Poem for Battle

Your fate is in our spellsong
Your future sealed in our words
Your fortune bound with our magic
Behold our song and story
Behold our fury holy
Behold our battle glory
We shriek to the sky our battle magic
We dance upon your valour and your honour
We leap across your armaments in frenzy
From spear point to spear point
From shield rim to shield rim
From heartstring to heartstring
We trample your courage, we crush your resolve
We tear flesh from bone and muscle from sinew
We bring your bloody destruction
You falter and fall with your allies about you
You witness your armies defeated around you
You have no power, no will left within you
You are sundered and sullied, you are undone
You are broken and beaten, you are unwhole
You are desolate and destitute, you are unwelcome
This fury is ours, you shall not break it
This valour is ours, you shall not shake it
This victory is ours, you shall not take it
Our fury and our fervor bring us victory
Our magic and our might bring us victory
Our strength and our satire bring us victory
We are victorious, your armies defeated
We are victorious, your allies defeated
We are victorious, you are defeated

Prayer to Fea

I call to Na Mórrínga
I call to you, Fea
Wife of War and Woman of Battle
You who strikes fear with a cry
Who tears at the hearts of your enemies
You are quiet love and fierce fury
Your sharp claws bring chaos
Your piercing cry lives in me
My praise to you, my worship to you
Keen, true-striking Goddess
I walk in your shadow on the battlefield.