The real story

I have not set out to conquer

The four quarters

You came to my sleeping heart

In dreaming service

Behind your veil, a glimpse of jewels

Was the way you looked at me

If the goddess be all

And in you immanent, domme morrigan,

Goddess of war,

Made a crafty spell

Men rise and fall in war

I’d fight them all

My heart close to yours,

My domme, my goddess, my battle,

You make the four quarters tremble

I’d climb the north pole,

Yet not set out to conquer

But recall, the real story

Hidden in the goddess’ veil

Her dreaming all

I serve only, only to fall