This new song with strong Irish flute and war drums makes me channel my inner Morrigan, Crone of War. As if I am watching over a battlefield, I stare into your soul, silent and unmoving, even as the beat grows heavier, closer, louder. Feel my shadow growing over you, waiting to find you weak and vulnerable. You await to hear my voice, because you know once you do, you will breathe no more. You stare at my silent figure waiting with baited breath and hoping that I'll set your spirit free. But I never will. You are mine now. You will obey my will and do my bidding.

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