Oh black raven, my raven What have you foreseen Dark tidings and woe Rich pickings for death
Let the gods wipe my tears With this falling rain Let this lake be my graveside And woods the golden hall
Our braves long since fallen With the tides of the war Our words no more spoken I'm ready to fall
Bare message, my raven To gods I long to see Blackbird of the chosen Bare this prayer for me
Oh black raven, my raven Bare message for me Come closer the foe And take my last breath
Blackbird of the chosen Bare this prayer for me Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |