Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Silver bowl Water black as peat Every scar Stares back from the deep Who is that girl With the thunder in her teeth Standing in the ash Afraid to breathe [Chorus] I am the mirror of the Morrígan Crow on the antler Blood on the hand Darkness in my eyes Turning into dawn I break like a wave on a broken stone I burn through the veil that would bind my bones I will not be less Than the fire I’ve drawn [Verse 2] They dressed me In a borrowed name Braided my hair To bury the flame “Be gentle Be quiet Be tame Be small” But the storm kept knocking In the marrow of my soul [Chorus] I am the mirror of the Morrígan Crow on the antler Blood on the hand Darkness in my eyes Turning into dawn I carve my truth In the oaken door I rise from the river I was drowning for I will not be less Than the fire I’ve drawn [Bridge] Let the night fall Let the sky bruise blue If the world makes war I will make it through Shadow is a cloak I have learned to wear From the deepest root I am answered there (oh) [Chorus] I am the mirror of the Morrígan Crow on the antler Blood on the hand Darkness in my eyes Blossoms into dawn I walk from the pyre With my own true name Every hidden wound Singing like a flame I will not be less Than the fire I’ve drawn I will not be less Than the fire I’ve drawn
Tags
folk, Stormy Celtic folk ballad with female vocals over low drone fiddle, open-tuned fingerstyle guitar, and frame drum in a slow, circling pulse. Verses stay hushed and close-mic’d, with brittle vocal edges and sparse fiddle swells. Chorus erupts with stacked Gaelic-flavored harmonies, bodhrán driving harder, and a tin whistle shadowing the melody. Bridge strips back to just voice and distant drum before a final, brighter chorus lifts into a held, defiant final note that hangs in the air., poetic, celtic
Duration
3:29
Instrumental
No
Created
3/22/2026