Spiders scurry over fallen bodies,
Seeking out their mistress
Tangled and helpless lay the dying
And the wounded

Morrigan strolls through the remnants of war
Crows circle in the heavens above
Crying a stark warning
The goddess of war stirs the bloodlust of man
She revels in the carnage she creates

Victory belongs to those who offer the greatest sacrifice
But even then, they are not safe for long
For the nature of man calls for battle
And she is happy to lend a hand