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