One darksome raven riding the northern wind
One black crown to wake the Aesir
And underneath the waning winter moon
The wind swept cedar forest stirs
Where darksome ravens dwell
There in the ancient glade
Where royal eagles soar
There in the storming skies
Will I set my shrine
And hail the gods on high!
Where fearsome ravens dwell
Underneath their ebon wings
Where wise owls sing
Underneath their stare
Will I hollow my weapons
At night before the fight
Where darksome ravens dwell
There in the ancient glade
Where royal eagles soar
There in the storming skies
Where winged Faery sweep
There by the enchanted creek
Will I in solitude pace
Before battle I embrace!
In raven haunted forests I reign
Where all is quiet, all is tranquil
I am the crowned, lonely king
