The Morrígan’s Call

I invoke thee this night
Come now, aid my sight
Great Queen of moon
Blood flower in ever bloom
I offer you my flowing blood
With this I vow eternal love
Soaring raven ever free
Into the mist I ask to see
Grant me your power
This eternal hour
Guide my soul from threshold of death
I give to you my last breath
To rise your champion of the earth
This right alone is my new birth
I offer you my flowing blood
I offer my eternal love
It is I, your ever hound
To ever rise when fallen to the ground
To ride upon your soaring wings
For you, the warriors proudly sing
Great Queen of realms afar
Your mystic touch a shining star
True Lady shadowed bright
You have cleared my bloody sight
Broken halves you made whole
Healing what humanity stole
I offer you this blade of black
Give me strength if that I lack
I offer my sweat, all my fire
For your blessing is my desire
From this circle I summon thee
Travel the roots of eternal tree
Hungry crow cry your song
This sacred hour forever long
Blessed blade blackened steel
Destroy the weakness that I feel
This shadowed hour
I call your power
I offer you this flowing blood
I offer you eternal love

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The Morrígan

2013

Blood Magic

Heads we take
Countless warriors
Endless enemies
Faces that look the same
The trophy hall stained red
Vortex of power
Piercing the sky
Might and dominion
Embracing our territory
Warning all who come against us
Heads taken from worthy opponents
Souls of warriors bound to our will
Such is the price to make war on us
Your head is ours
The moment you ride forth
Taste of blood
Battle Frenzy roused
The trophy hall stained red

Sacred Space, Sacred Blood

MuayThai

This is the place of Champions
This is the Forge of Iron
The time no one will witness
The pain no one will see
The blood no one will taste
What happens here is Sacred
This is our daily ritual
Alone, yet never alone
They need no invocation
They are already here
They always come
Outsiders are not welcome
Perversion is not accepted
The Earth breathes beneath ones bare feet
The vortex of energy spirals as a storm
It begins slow
It begins artful
Technique masterful
Technique and art do not win the fight
Technique and art do not survive the chaos
Only unbridled blood fury
Only unremorseful spite
The pounding takes over
Limbs of Stone!
Breath of Fire!
Hissing Tongue!
Humanity filters away
Only The Fury lives
Pounding, ever- pounding
Pain means nothing
Exhaustion means nothing
Pounding, ever-pounding
Are you weak?!
Will you stand amongst us?!
Blood must be given!
Blood is demanded!
Limbs of Stone!
Breath of Fire!
Hissing Tongue!
Pounding, ever-pounding
The fury eventually fades
Humanity returns
You stand amongst us
Blood has been given
Taste it…
Limbs of Stone…
Breath of Fire…
Hissing Tongue…