The Raven
The Raven keeps calling for me. Sitting in a tree, waiting ever so patiently. Will the ends justify the means? Here comes the Raven!
Chorus:
Blackened feathers block the noontime sun causing winter in June, The Raven has come. Does he come for me? Did I hear him say? This night belongs to you.
As I awakened from this bitter dream, I rubbed my eyes to see blackened feathers over me. Am I changing now? I raise my wings, here comes the Raven!
Chorus x 3
I'm the Raven, proud and free. Taking up the night so gracefully. The change has come I raise my wings! I'm the Raven!
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