Rivers reverse to welcome him.
The unnamed prince, the raven king.
In his red courtyard corpses swing
To the rhythm of the chaos that he brings with him.
Sky will speak with earth and stone.
Calculate his safe return.
From the sea will rise his throne.
Angels of mist guide his ships in.
All compasses are set to spin.
His schemes tattooed upon the skin
Of those who serve beneath his velvet wing.
Sky will speak with earth and stone.
Calculate his safe return.
From the sea will rise his throne.
Birds ride across the sky, circling.
Fingers in the trees beckoning
For his sweet return, the quickening.
Clouds paint an amulet of summoning.
And we will summon him.
And we will summon him.
We will summon him.
Sky will speak with earth and stone.
Calculate his safe return.
From the sea will rise his throne.
And we will summon him.
And we will summon him.
We will summon him.
