Cursus کے بول

I see men, Strong in battle. Wounds in fair flesh, Memories scarred in minds. Enter the Witch cruelly snarling " I cast thee warriors into the fire!" Witchcraft bloodthirsts through me, I feel its venom in each vein, Enchantment captivates me, The spell she casts brings me ill faith. The sky has fallen On limbs of pain we die. Spellbound, Eternal But I will have my vengeance! Driven by unwanted past, Forgetting not the life I once had, No light shines in my eyes, It is cold and dark but I'm still alive Morrigan! Your sleep is eternal, No spirits to act mournful, Your death sorer than fever, Curse us not wretched demon.