Spiders scurry over fallen bodies, Seeking out their mistress Tangled and helpless lay the dying And the wounded
Morrigan strolls through the remnants of war Crows circle in the heavens above Crying a stark warning The goddess of war stirs the bloodlust of man She revels in the carnage she creates
Victory belongs to those who offer the greatest sacrifice But even then, they are not safe for long For the nature of man calls for battle And she is happy to lend a hand
