Returning weary from the barren planes
My throat went dry after a long days ride
Finally as the light of dagda waned
I reached a small ford by the riverside

Standing knee-deep in the shallow stream
My eyes felt on a maiden gowned in red
Raven hair as dark as ebony
Instantly my heart was set ablaze
Like fire

All hail and blessed be
Great warrior of lug
I watch your every step
Right from this place
When tomorrow will be gone
You shall return
And i will wipe the blood
Of battle from your face

By the warrior god
Will you tell me just
For what you wait here by this shallow ford?

I am the one
Who washes the blood
From the heads
Of the slain

(repeat 2x)
I am the crow
Raven haired
Mistress of death
Morrigan

Hearken my audience amidst the proud ringstones
For i shall tell a tale most gruesome to behold
You might call yourself warriors, fearless and bold
But the beings of the spirit realm are still held in awe
Even by the noblest of hearts
For at the pre-eve of battle some shall encounter
A maiden or withered crone kneeling beside a shallow
Stream
Its waters daubed in crimson,freshly spilled blood
And for all those who meet her, washing the battle-slain
Unevitably their doom’s already spelled

Morning sun has set
The echoes of a battle
Sweet tunes of death
Caressing my ears
Thousands will fall
The harvest shall be great
Hear my call
Soon they will join with me

I am the crow
Raven haired
Mistress of death
Morrigan

(repeat 2x)
Severed heads
Sunken eyes
This is what
Appeals to me

Beleaguered from all sides amidst the fray
I fought with valor and all warriors pride
But then the sharp blade of an enemy
Spilt my life-blood as it pierced my side

With the last view from my breaking eyes
I noticed delicate hands fondling me
The girl in red caressed my severed head
Forever i’ll enjoy her company

Morrigan, the mistress of the dead
In love we’re bound for all eternity