Morríghan piosenki

The dead caper in lunatic circles A frenzied dance of hellish design Frigid their bones and empty their eyes Thirteen hearts no longer beating Veins opened at the behest of ancestral voices The veil sundered The dead summoned Hail 

Heaving breasts exposed to the star spattered sky Meditating upon visions of the dead who shall walk the earth The chalice of wine shared between thirteen ululating mouths Invoking the mother whose bosom is the night Morrighan’s voice heard in the rave...