كلمات Celtic Crows

Driving through the green island, the misty hills lit by the twilight Breathing the frozen air, reminding me that the dark season is near The mystic landscape makes me stop, take a walk through shadow fields Three crows pass me by and in awe I remember their names and I call out To the queens of war: Nemain, Morrigan, Babh Catha Three crows fly Like ghosts from another time Above me in the sky In the shape of the blackest birds they once ruled the battlefields Screaming for courage, screaming for vengeance, reaping the souls of the fallen And all enemies would flee in fear at the sight of the grim war sisters Oh mighty goddesses, I draw my sword, with you by my side I won't fight my battles alone Nemain, Morrigan, Babh Catha…