When the ravens come,
They'll be my wings,
I will be there sky.
Ravens are swarming beneath the fire,
As the world burns.
Is it bad that I love the raven who might be the death of me yet I'll fight for the dark winged creatures.
When the ravens come I'll find the darkness in the Raven and make the darkness disappear,
For when the ravens come I'll fly away to the heavens.
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The Depths of the Heart
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