Flutter of black wings the
raven does take perch upon
the window sill. Sing your
song raven king! For I shall
always listen as long as I
can hear.

Flutter of black wings the
dark angel has come to
beget a queen. She sits upon
the sand, singing his song
with harp in hand. Full moon
shining down in all its
silvery bright.

Raven feathers adorn her
hair, she sits there skyclad,
singing to the heavens to
send her the raven king, the
dark angel, to her this night.