(Chant to Air)

And still I hear her cries
Raven of the setting sun, shrieking the morbid strains
I feel her awful refrain settling in my bones
Lurking ‘neath the dreaded sunless sky
Her shrieks in the nighttime fog echo in my head
Borne upon the stagnant air at night
Shrill cries reverberating against the firmament
Crying woe and bereavement 

For she is the herald of Thanatos
And hers is the voice of loss
And hers is the visage of mighty Death
And still I hear her cries

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