Perched on top of the water tower on Alcatraz, surrounded by huge Dire-Crows, the Morrigan sang softly to herself. It was a song first heard by the most primitive of ancient men, now imprinted deep into humankind's DNA. It was slow and gentle, lost and plaintive, beautiful ... and utterly terrifying. It was the Song of the Morrigan: a cry designed to inspire fear and terror. An on battlefields across the world and down through time, it was often the last sound a human heard in this life.