Sons of the Morrigan

Shone the sunset red and solemn

Where we stood and observed

Down the corners of the column

Letter strokes of Ogham carved'Tis be like a burial pillar

Said he and those shallow lines

Hold some warrior's name of valor

And will rightly smell the signs

smell the signs

smell the signsNo one saw how far I fell

And no one ever knew

That there was a heart of flesh

Deep within meAs it was bled of the twisted horn

And the howling of the dogs

Raise on, old heroes lament

While the weeping of women

Still vexes my heartIf this is my journey end

Then cast me to the pyre

And if all that remains

Is a blackened heart

And the stench of deathThen know my spell is cast

And sing my song

With pride once more