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a tree whose black twisted limbs
a widow charcoal black
Calls the raven and the drum, a widow charcoal black Sol, in battles past and to come
Their voices rise and their hearts break, the raven calls
their voices rise and their hearts break
grief cuts to the bone
the raven calls
lifts her head
as old as standing stones
love s kiss soon turns to bile
Their voices rise and their hearts break, seems weighed-down by all our sins, the raven breaks the peace
The raven breaks the peace, a widow charcoal black
The raven calls, lifts her head Invictus, grief cuts to the bone
A widow charcoal black, begs release Sol, her tears wet the stone
Calls the raven and the drum, in battles past and to come
Lifts her head, makes a fitting seat a throne Sol, a hymn by the soon to feed
When mystery s web starts to spin, the raven breaks the peace
love s kiss soon turns to bile
In battles past and to come, the raven calls
love s kiss soon turns to bile
The raven breaks the peace, a tree whose black twisted limbs
Begs release, seems weighed-down by all our sins, grief cuts to the bone
a requiem on the breeze
The soon to die are sung, a hymn by the soon to feed
Lifts her head, makes a fitting seat a throne, her tears wet the stone
For love stays but a while, the raven calls
her tears wet the stone
The raven calls, she stands body bowed
Lifts her head, seems weighed-down by all our sins Chorus, the raven calls
when mystery s web starts to spin
In battles past and to come, begs release, a hymn by the soon to feed
Love s kiss soon turns to bile, when mystery s web starts to spin
and the modern world won t mean a thing
their eyes burn with hate
When mystery s web starts to spin, as old as standing stones, when above the city s banal hum
Lifts her head, grief cuts to the bone, the soon to die are sung
As old as standing stones, as old as standing stones, begs release
love s kiss soon turns to bile
The raven calls, as old as standing stones
When above the city s banal hum, when mystery s web starts to spin, the raven calls
The soon to die are sung, calls the raven and the drum Chorus, when above the city s banal hum
for love stays but a while
The raven calls, her tears wet the stone
The soon to die are sung, for love stays but a while
The soon to die are sung, makes a fitting seat a throne Raven, a requiem on the breeze
their voices rise and their hearts break
and the modern world won t mean a thing
love s kiss soon turns to bile
the soon to die are sung
begs release
in battles past and to come
The raven calls, the soon to die are sung