When the Morrighan moves through the fields;
Only she, the white, is seen at the sky.
Single dark fogs fly across the heaven
and clothe the great Queen like a splendid robe.
When the Morrighan moves through the field,
She is bare, only her black hair covers her.
Followed by a flock of crows,
She strides through the world.
The crows’ shriek hurries on ahead of her,
heralding of her harvest.
When the Morrighan moves through the field,
She is Destroyess and Mistress of the world.
One glance into her mirroring eyes,
Leads you across without pain.
Every burning sorrow she takes away,
in her cool black boat.
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