Over hills and over meadows,
see the crow fly, feel her shadow.
Over woods and over mountains, searching for a war.Her wings embrace each strife and battle,
where swords they clash and chariots rattle,
seeking out the one whose time has come to take the blade.Morrigan ancient crone of war,
I see your face, I'll cry no more.
Morrigan ancient crone of war. Come lift me on your wings.
Morrigan ancient crone of war, I hear your voice, I'll breathe no more.
Morrigan ancient crone of war. Come set my spirit free. Words & music used with the kind permission of OMNIA Thanks, guys!