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The Morrigan's Chant

Tides are turning, churning, roiling

Purified in sacred flame,

Burning, charring, cracking, boiling

Spirit calling out her Name

Her avenging wrath awoken

Heralding a bloody birth

Morning has both bent and broken

On this scarred and sacred Earth

The Transformation now at hand,

The cry, a scorching siren call

For the Warriors of Night

The sun will rise after the fall

Awaken, children of the Light

In innocence and love

And slay the demons, slay the dragons

Ascend from darkness, like the dove

The Earth begins it's deathly throes

The warp and weft are frayed

The fabric is unraveled now,

We greet the newborn dying day

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