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Morrigan the Succubus by Snargl

Morrigan. Lyrics:

In the heart of the autumn, when the leaves turned to gold,  
Lived hellborn Succubus, with a heart black and cold.  
She haunted the castle, where shadows would creep,  
A mistress of darkness, where silence ran deep.

The rain fell like tears from the sky up above,  
As Morrigan whispered of sorrow and love.  
Her eyes burned with fire, but her touch brought despair,  
A soul lost in darkness, with none left to care.

Oh, Morrigan, Morrigan, hear the winds cry,  
Beneath the storm’s thunder, you once soared high.  
In the rain, in the cold, in the twilight’s embrace,  
You danced through the shadows, but you’ve fallen from grace.  
Yet in autumn’s sorrow, the winds start to change,  
And even the darkest heart can be rearranged.

Her laughter was haunting, her beauty a snare,  
A tempting illusion, but none knew her care.  
She claimed all who entered her castle of night,  
Lost in her darkness, with no hope in sight.

But deep in her heart, a flicker still burned,  
A spark of redemption, from which she could turn.  
One storm-touched evening, the rain pouring down,  
Morrigan stood, in the shadows she drowned.

The darkness receded, her heart shining bright,  
The storm cleared away, bringing soft moonlight.  
Morrigan rose, no longer in chains,  
A soul reborn from the tempest’s pains.

Oh, Morrigan, Morrigan, hear the winds cry,  
From the storm’s heavy thunder, to the soft evening sigh.  
In the rain, in the cold, in the twilight’s embrace,  
You danced through the shadows, and now you’ve found grace.  
For in autumn’s sorrow, the winds had been kind,  
And the succubus Morrigan left the dark behind.

Now the rains sing her name, a tale of the past,  
Of a fallen soul saved, of a heart free at last.  
In every raindrop, in the soft wind’s sigh,  
Is the story of Morrigan, who learned to fly.

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