The Waymen

Lunarium

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Winds from the Morrigan
blowing from the east,
The shadow of a midnight falling
ending our peace
A Sage rom a bloody past
whisp'ring tales of old,
She sheds her cloak of ravens,
reveawling blackness' soul

The sickle and the scythe lie rusting where we tread
The flowing blood of heroes fallen mingling with our dead

Marching 'til dawn
Fighting on and on
to fell the Goddess Morrigan,
fighting on and on.

The wind comes with a warning,
begging a full retreat,
the snows of Asgard trampled under-
we pay no heed.
And her black-toothed smile
spreads in laughter's hold,
The glowing eyes of Mordred's stare
shall quench the coming cold.

The sickle and the scythe lie rusting where we tread
The sword and the axe are instruments of death
And now!
I alone must stand,
the only man alive and breathing
I've knelt on the bloody sand,
the Gods of all I am beseeching!
to bring a judgement to their daughter,
this bitch who's taken my men from me!

Marching 'til dawn
Fighting on and on
To fell the Goddess Morrigan,
Fighting ever on!