The Morrígan’s Curse
The Morrígan’s Curse 📜Lyrics by Rika Lil Заклятье Морриган 📜Стихи: Рика Лиль ⛓stihi.ru/2010/08/23/6348 ◻◽◻◽◻◽◻◽◻◽◻◽◻◽◻ 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 🔽⊹∘∘∘⋯⩺ I cast a spell on you — and I won’t let go again. I’ll break your heart and then throw the shards at your feet. I wrap around your soul — a serpent dressed as a vine, Your cage is made of my cold entwining heartbeat’s deceit! Your one salvation — my burning, coiling heartbeat’s deceit! Don’t rush ahead — you're still racing circles that end in Me! Don’t try to tear through my web — it tightens, whether you flee. Don’t speak against me — believe, I’m more than a weaver, you see: I thread the banners of war — divine as the goddesses be! I weave the fabrics of loss — as cruel as the goddesses be! You’re only mine — now walk paths I never dared to tread. You still remember, Cú Chulainn — fire in icebound eyes... You love my world too much — grow dark as a raven’s dread, Once it has marked you — you never return to the skies! Once you have tasted — you won’t even long for the skies! I conjure deep from below, now breaking into your light, I grant you freedom and doom, on the blade’s thin line of life. I’ll bless your sleep with my name — and haunt you even by night… My flawless hero, who’s worthy of death-bound, boundless Love! My doomed beloved — now worthy of death-bound, boundless Love! ⩹⋯∘∘∘⊹🔽 RU 🔽⊹∘∘∘⋯⩺ Я заколдую тебя, и больше уже не пущу. Я разобью и швырну осколками чувства у ног. Я обнимаю тебя, подобна удаву-плющу, Твоя ловушка – мое холодное сердце-вьюнок. Твое спасенье – мое горячее сердце-вьюнок… Не торопись – ты спешишь по кругу, где финишем – я, Не разрывай мою сеть – затянет, беги – не беги. Не прекословь мне. Поверь, я больше, чем просто швея: Я тку полотна побед, великих, как души богинь. Я тку полотна потерь, жестоких, как души богинь… Ты только мой. Так пройди те тропы, что я не смогла. Ты не забыл, Кухулин, огонь в леденящих глазах. Ты слишком любишь мой мир – черней вороного крыла – Познав который, тебе вовек не вернуться назад. Приняв который, ты сам уже не захочешь назад… Я ворожу на тебя, с глубин прорываясь вовне, Я дам свободу и путь по грани «живи – не живи» – Я одарю тебя сном, но буду с тобой и во сне – Мой безупречный герой, достойный великой любви. Мой обреченный герой, достойный смертельной любви… ⩹⋯∘∘⊹🔽 TAGS 🔽⊹∘∘⋯⩺ [Intro: Deep piano, atmospheric synths, reverb-laden guitars dripping like rain in the night. A heartbeat-like bass.] [Verse 1] I cast a spell on you — and I won’t let go again. I’ll break your heart and then throw the shards at your feet. I wrap around your soul — a serpent dressed as a vine, Your cage is made of my cold entwining heartbeat’s deceit! [Hook: melodic choral] Your one salvation — my burning, coiling heartbeat’s deceit! [Break] [Verse 2 – drums intensify, tension building] Don’t rush ahead — you're still racing circles that end in Me! Don’t try to tear through my web — it tightens, whether you flee. Don’t speak against me — believe, I’m more than a weaver, you see: I thread the banners of war — divine as the goddesses be! [Hook: melodic choral] I weave the fabrics of loss — as cruel as the goddesses be! [Instrumental Interlude: melodic solo] [Break] [Verse 3 – Soaring, darkly romantic, a fusion of deep rock ballad] You’re only mine — now walk paths I never dared to tread. You still remember, Cú Chulainn — fire in icebound eyes... You love my world too much — grow dark as a raven’s dread, Once it has marked you — you never return to the skies! [Hook: melodic choral] Once you have tasted — you won’t even long for the skies! [Instrumental Bridge: Deep, brooding breakdown, dark ballad keys shimmering like candlelight, slow chugging guitars, whispered vocals leading into a crescendo of longing..] [Break] [Verse 4 – The climax, slow-burning but grand, every instrument swelling in gothic majesty, the final cry before surrender] I conjure deep from below, now breaking into your light, I grant you freedom and doom, on the blade’s thin line of life. I’ll bless your sleep with my name — and haunt you even by night… My flawless hero, who’s worthy of death-bound, boundless Love!! [Hook: melodic and epic choral] My doomed beloved — now worthy of death-bound, boundless Love!!... [Instrumental Interlude] [Drop all] [Outro: melodic, wispering vocal] I cast a spell on you — and I won’t let go again… [Fade to End]
