Dark Invitation (Imogen's Remix)

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(Mwahahaha)
Bro flee the scene and get out while you can,
Oops, too late, Morrigan takes ya hand!

Sexy ravens swoops low and the spears start to rattle,
And the Phantom Queen decides the fate of ya last battle,
Where the old gods roll in blood on the grass,
And the warlords fall as the shadows dance pass,
Don't worry shes not looking to seduce you today,
Then again I might be wrong check out her power at play,
See the crow on the post watching over the ride,
With the crimson-dyed cloak and the terror inside,
With the smokiest eyes and a spear made of ash,
She’ll speak your future with finesse before it comes to pass,
So fierce, so cold as frost on a stone mound,
When she strides through the mist on the wings of no sound,
To escape her dark prophecy or clear off the ground,
Round and around and around and a round round,
Mwahahahaha!

Bro flee the scene and get out while you can,
Oops, too late, Morrigan takes ya hand!

She rules the dark rivers with an effortless flow,
Washes armor of the fallen in the water below,
Makes the brave men shiver and their hearts go (whooooa!)
Takes the victory away with a bad bitch blow!
She's enough to make a freddy Krueger go no show!
Little man, take a seat gonna lay you down to sleep,
Ya being followed by queen with a villainous beat,
It’s a hundred miles deep in the ether of sleep,
Where the fate of your kingdom lies now at her feet,
Baby girl, listen up this is your final warning,
You'll be feeding her crows by the light of the morning,
Look at all of that power, are you blind, are you hollow?
It’s the phantom girls tushy that you went all in to follow,
What happened to the kings who ignored her command?
Or the queens who died by her magical hand?
Well, you're doomed now, soldier, just like your whole war band,

A-nis, dè tha fear a tha a’ coimhead cho àbhaisteach Mar thusa a’ dèanamh fon speur agam?
⬆️                             ⬆️                              ⬆️
(Now, what's a mortal-ass looking guy
like you doing under my sky?)

2004/7500

(Mwahahaha) Bro flee the scene and get out while you can, Oops, too late, Morrigan takes ya hand! Sexy ravens swoops low and the spears start to rattle, And the Phantom Queen decides the fate of ya last battle, Where the old gods roll in blood on the grass, And the warlords fall as the shadows dance pass, Don't worry shes not looking to seduce you today, Then again I might be wrong check out her power at play, See the crow on the post watching over the ride, With the crimson-dyed cloak and the terror inside, With the smokiest eyes and a spear made of ash, She’ll speak your future with finesse before it comes to pass, So fierce, so cold as frost on a stone mound, When she strides through the mist on the wings of no sound, To escape her dark prophecy or clear off the ground, Round and around and around and a round round, Mwahahahaha! Bro flee the scene and get out while you can, Oops, too late, Morrigan takes ya hand! She rules the dark rivers with an effortless flow, Washes armor of the fallen in the water below, Makes the brave men shiver and their hearts go (whooooa!) Takes the victory away with a bad bitch blow! She's enough to make a freddy Krueger go no show! Little man, take a seat gonna lay you down to sleep, Ya being followed by queen with a villainous beat, It’s a hundred miles deep in the ether of sleep, Where the fate of your kingdom lies now at her feet, Baby girl, listen up this is your final warning, You'll be feeding her crows by the light of the morning, Look at all of that power, are you blind, are you hollow? It’s the phantom girls tushy that you went all in to follow, What happened to the kings who ignored her command? Or the queens who died by her magical hand? Well, you're doomed now, soldier, just like your whole war band, A-nis, dè tha fear a tha a’ coimhead cho àbhaisteach Mar thusa a’ dèanamh fon speur agam? ⬆️ ⬆️ ⬆️ (Now, what's a mortal-ass looking guy like you doing under my sky?)

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