Morrigan

On warground she stood
grey and grim
Watching the ruins,
smoky and simmering
on deep black ground
Bodies were laying
no life could be found

She saw this in her vision
but couldn't provoke
the stopping of cruel killing
like if it was a kind of a joke

The ravens were flying
Across the bluegrey sky
as they'd always do
when somebody dies

Ravens, her company and friends
'cause as a Morrigan
she'd always know the end

She fought against destiny,
and against bad luck
She fought real sincerely
but got unfortunately stuck
on battlefields lasting forever

While she was fighting for peace that'd never
become common property in
this big wide world
A main human sin

The ravens were flying
like they'd always do
when somebody dies
and tell Morrigan who...