War-cry of the Morrigan

Battle-Song of the Morrigan

Aaaiiiieeeeee!!!

And I call my sisters

The battle-crow

The fury

The horse-mother

To come to me.

Black shadows on the horizon

Harbingers of death to the enemy

They shrink from my call

Hearing my keening

Know

That I am baying for their blood

That their bones will be mine to pick clean

That I demand

To be satiated even as I sit astride the father of my people and cause the life-

giving waters to churn and boil

I call to the women of my clan

Paint your faces now!

Take up your arms now!

Go gather the skulls of our enemies and use them for your cooking pots!

And I will not be denied.

Fair young warriors

Come here to my embrace

My kiss is not fearsome

But sweet

The taste of death

Will not linger

Overlong.