The Raven

The raven's my totem; my brother

He is me; I am him

Watching this innocent world

Grow increasingly grim

The raven's the sign you'll see

When darkness is near

Rooted deep in your heart

Your primeval fear

A black garment suits a black soul

Avoided since days of old

There flies the raven

I am the dark spirit inside yourself

You dare not name

I am the lunatic you need

To know you're still sane

My ancestors long ago

Served the one-eyed lord

So today, a jester of darkness

I see and report

A black garment suits a black soul

Hate not the darkness

It lets you see the light you hold

There flies the raven

Gloomweaver eternal

Children of the light: Scorn me not

Be content you're not me

Be content you're not me

From old they have feared him

(There flies the raven)

Never dared to be near him

(There flies the raven)

The darkwinged omen:

Who will live, who will die

You better beware

When you hear the raven cry

When you hear the raven cry