The Heart of Morrígan 📜Lyrics by Rika Lil Сердце Морриган 📜Стихи: Рика Лиль ⛓stihi.ru/2010/08/10/8059 ◻◽◻◽◻◽◻◽◻◽◻◽◻◽◻ Morrigan (Irish: Mór-ríoghain, meaning ‘Great Lady of the Ravens’ or ‘Great Queen’) is the goddess of war in Irish mythology. Cú Chulainn (Irish: Cú Chulainn, ‘Hound of Culann’) is a hero of Irish mythology. He is a demigod, the hero of the Uldian cycle of sagas, as well as Scottish and Manx mythology. ◻◽◻◽◻◽◻◽◻◽◻◽◻◽◻ ⩹∘∘⊹ 🔽 EN 🔽 ⊹∘∘⩺ ⩹∘∘⊹ 🔽 RU 🔽 ⊹∘∘⩺ ⩹∘∘∘⊹🔽 TAGS 🔽⊹∘∘∘⩺ ⩹⋯∘∘∘⊹🔽 EN 🔽⊹∘∘∘⋯⩺ Better say “No” to me — loud, without mercy! Better to fight me, to tear down the silence. Make me your foe, and you'll rise — strong and worthy. Those who submit too soon... never earned my guidance. Strike me with all of your might — without falter. This is a game, but we’re gambling life and dying. Loss here and triumph stand under one altar: Only a question — will gods come... or devils flying? No, we don’t fear the abyss, but it's honor — To fight till every last drop of the blood is given. Vengeance? Not quite. I don’t crave it, my brother. It’s how the heroes are born — or how they're driven. Yes — you have wounded me thrice, deep and mortal, Cursed me through soul and through skin, in every season. Mercy is holy — but only at Death’s dark portal. Bring me right there... You will find it — with reason. Drink — three sips of the milk bring me quiet healing. Whisper three thanks to my wounds, slow and solemn. See now, my foe — you're the one who matched my feeling. See now, my friend — you have risen, you’ve blossomed. Cold is my breath — my wind, like the sky, is flying. Heart that I hold is with you. The strong have reason! You may yet fall — but the curse knows no denying! Honor and soul shall outlive — and bloom in legend. Better say “NO” to me, fearless and fire-born! Better to break your geasa — the fates defying! Stone of the sacred runs red! If we die — die sworn! Know, Cú Chulainn — that is how gods do the choosing!! ⩹⋯∘∘∘⊹🔽 RU 🔽⊹∘∘∘⋯⩺ Лучше скажи мне «нет», ответь мне отказом. Лучше борись со мною, ломая устои. Станешь врагом мне – и станешь героем, разом – Кто соглашался легко, тот меня не стоил! Если ударишь – рази со всех сил, как должно. Мы лишь играем, но это – игра со смертью. Здесь пораженье с победой – одно и то же, Разница там – будут боги встречать, иль черти. Нет, мы чертей не боимся. Но дело чести – Драться до самой последней капельки крови. Дело не в мести, мой кровник – почти не в мести: Дело лишь в том, как приходят в наш мир герои. Да, ты сумел меня трижды смертельно ранить, Въелся проклятием в душу и плоть, под кожу. Знаешь, пощада ценна лишь у самой грани – Так доведи нас до грани, ты точно сможешь. Пей – три глотка молока принесут покой мне. Трижды скажи мне спасибо – по слову к ранам. Видишь, мой враг, ты и вправду меня достоин, Видишь, мой друг, ты и вправду теперь мне равен… Холод мой, Ветер мой, вольный, как в небе птица, Сердце мое с тобою, за сильным – право! Пусть ты умрешь – у проклятий нет прав не сбыться – Станет бессмертной душа твоя, честь и слава. Лучше скажи мне «нет», мой бесстрашный воин. Лучше нарушь все гейсы, свернув с дороги. Камень священный в крови, умирать – так стоя. Знай, Кухулин, только так принимают боги! ⩹⋯∘∘⊹🔽 TAGS 🔽⊹∘∘⋯⩺ [Intro: instrumental only, acoustic guitar] [Verse 1] Better say “No” to me — loud, without mercy! Better to fight me, to tear down the silence. Make me your foe, and you'll rise — strong and worthy. Those who submit too soon... never earned my guidance. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] Strike me with all of your might — without falter. This is a game, but we’re gambling life and dying. Loss here and triumph stand under one altar: Only a question — will gods come... or devils flying? [Verse 3] No, we don’t fear the abyss, but it's honor — To fight till every last drop of the blood is given. Vengeance? Not quite. I don’t crave it, my brother. It’s how the heroes are born — or how they're driven. [Instrumental Interlude: melodic] [Instrumental Break] [Verse 4] Yes — you have wounded me thrice, deep and mortal, Cursed me through soul and through skin, in every season. Mercy is holy — but only at Death’s dark portal. Bring me right there... You will find it — with reason. [Verse 5] Drink — three sips of the milk bring me quiet healing. Whisper three thanks to my wounds, slow and solemn. See now, my foe — you're the one who matched my feeling. See now, my friend — you have risen, you’ve blossomed. [Instrumental Interlude: melodic guitar] [Instrumental Break] [Verse 6: add guitar support] Cold is my breath — my wind, like the sky, is flying. Heart that I hold is with you. The strong have reason! You may yet fall — but the curse knows no denying! Honor and soul shall outlive — and bloom in legend. [Break] [Verse 7: power vocal] Better say “NO” to me, fearless and fire-born! Better to break your geasa — the fates defying! Stone of the sacred runs red! If we die — die sworn! Know, Cú Chulainn — that is how gods do the choosing!! [Outro] [END]
