The Morrigan
Ancient goddess, greatly feared
Maiden, Mother, and Crone all adhered
Independence, strength and fertility near
The Morrigan, The Morrigan
Through the dark and fog she treads
To the misty river's edge
To wash the clothes and the threads
Of those, not yet, but destined dead
The Morrigan, The Morrigan
With piercing fiery-angered cries
Over the battlefields she flies
Gathering skulls and hoisting them high
The Morrigan, The Morrigan
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