The Raven

Madness rules this realm, of pestilence and hate.
Those who thought they knew me- signed the symbol eight.

Blackness is a burden hear, listen to the words.
Death is a lonely place, for the raven bird.
The raven flys the fields, and plains......
Mountains, rivers, streams!
Wandering with bad omens for all;
Journey never ends it seems.......

Below his shadow scans the earth, for ignorance and pain.
The raven serves me, to find those who.....
Run from truths clean rain.

Across the sky's of times closed door;
Travels the raven for feed.
If his prey is one day found, the flesh of him shall bleed.

Aggravation holds a place for all;
Sinner can't be! but within the ravens sting.
He flys with his devoured lost collected souls;
And dry's them under his wing.


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