Time of the raven Gray dawn of the Time of the raven Murky and dark
Time of the raven Time of the raven
Ravens’ round Staring into the dense, cold fog Over bald ground Frozen death around Dinner served to a wild dog Down on bloody ground
Echoes over a misty bog Soaked in blood Frozen battleground Dinner served on hell's hazy cog Wafting ‘cross bloody ground
Time of the raven
Ravens bound By spell of God’s own log Ancient malign mound Frozen death around Dinner served and ravens flog Versus the mangy hound
Time of the raven Time of the raven
Fog lies heavy on icy fields like a pale shroud Black, cold ravens’ eyes gazing on dark looming clouds Gray light pulsing slowly, dark croaks from the black crowd
Ravens crowned By the gods to kings of fog To death they are bound Frozen battleground Dinner served by that lethal slog Raged over fateful ground
