Take the flight of the raven,
and you shalt find a safe haven.

Forgive and forget,
someday you’re going to regret.

Fortune and fame,
it’s all just a silly game.

The raven watches from it’s perch as people are dying.
Now it is high up in the sky flying.

The raven fly’s with the wind.
For its life it has to fend.

The raven is up there, not caring.
As people down there are daring.

The raven flies over despair and death.
As he breath’s his sour breath.
Take the flight of the raven,
and you shalt find a safe haven.

At some time we are all going to fall and die.
And the raven will just continue to fly,
not caring if we tried.

Maybe then we wouldn’t be in this bottomless hole.
Maybe then the devil wouldn’t be guarding our souls.

The raven flies with despair-
with it your heart will tear.

Fly the flight of the raven,
and you shalt find a safe haven.