The Morrígan: I Chose the War | Dark Mythology Lyric Video

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The Morrígan — the Celtic goddess of war, fate, and prophecy — is feared for her power to shape the outcome of battles. In myth, she appears as a raven or crow, moving between the realms of life and death, and guiding warriors toward their destined end. But power always comes with a price.

This song gives voice to a side of The Morrígan rarely told — the loneliness and regret that come from choosing war over peace, strength over softness. She is the battle crow, unyielding and victorious… yet each victory leaves her more alone. It’s a truth many know so well: sometimes being strong means losing the gentler parts of yourself.

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🎵 LYRICS:

I stood where the river bled into the sea
Crow wings above, the sky watching me
Two roads before me, both calling my name
One whispered love, the other whispered flame

The drumbeat rose, the earth began to shake
I knew the choice my hands would make

I chose the war, and the war chose me
I wear the crown, but it cuts so deep
Every victory left me colder than before
I found my power… when I closed that door

I’ve held the steel, I’ve tasted the cries
Turned fields to ash beneath my eyes
No gentle hands, no home to keep
Just empty halls where the echoes sleep

The ravens circle, they know what I’ve done
There’s no unbreaking the battles I’ve won

I chose the war, and the war chose me
I wear the crown, but it cuts so deep
Every victory left me colder than before
I found my power… when I closed that door

What would I be without the armor’s weight?
Without the blood I was sworn to take?
Every name I claimed was a name I mourned
Every life I spared was a vow I swore

I chose the war, and the war chose me
I hold the blade, but it’s all I see
Every triumph turned my heart to stone
I built my kingdom… but I stand alone

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Crow wings fade into the wind’s low cry
The price of power is to watch love die