[Intro] [Dark wind ambience • distant ravens • cathedral bell • low female choir] [Verse 1 – Deep, mysterious, ancient, calm] Before the first king carved his name into stone, I was already watching from the hills where the ravens nested. Before swords were lifted in honor or hatred, I walked among the silent fields where every promise would one day be buried. You call me darkness because I arrive before the final breath, Yet I have never started your wars. I only stand beside those who believe they can escape the fate they forged with their own hands. Every empire has heard my wings... Before it learned my name. [Pre-Chorus – Whispered, haunting, slowly building] Hear them calling... Black wings rising... No king... Outflies the raven... [Chorus – Powerful, commanding, soaring] MORRÍGAN! Queen of Ravens! MORRÍGAN! Crown of Fate! No king... No kingdom... Escapes... My gate! [Verse 2 – Storytelling, regal, dark] Then Merlin lifted words older than memory, Weaving circles of power around a kingdom he believed would endure forever. Arthur raised the sword that united Britain, And men called Camelot the dawn of a golden age. I watched their banners dance above proud towers, Their halls alive with songs of peace and victory. Yet every stone they raised already carried its ending, For every kingdom casts a shadow... And every shadow returns to me. [Pre-Chorus – Whispered, ritualistic] Raise your banners... Raise your swords... Time remembers... Every lord... [Chorus – Powerful, commanding, soaring] MORRÍGAN! Queen of Ravens! MORRÍGAN! Crown of Fate! No king... No kingdom... Escapes... My gate! [Bridge – Cold, sorrowful, almost spoken] I am not vengeance... I am not hatred... I am the silence... Waiting beyond victory. Remember... Even heroes... Must answer... Time. [Guitar Solo – Emotional, blues-inspired, melodic] [Final Chorus – Triumphant, commanding, with choir] MORRÍGAN! Queen of Ravens! MORRÍGAN! Crown of Fate! Kings will fall... Songs remain... Speak my name... MORRÍGAN! [Outro – Whispered, fading into the wind] When the last raven leaves the battlefield... When the final crown has turned to dust... I will still be waiting... At the crossroads...
