When the Lady Raven spreads her wings,
All before her flees in fear,
As she soars the darkened skies,
Her heart sings,
To the night seer,
Welcoming all who dies.
The Lady Raven so mysterious and evil,
Of endless grace and beauty,
Her heart so black as the darkest night,
One might say she is fair and true,
If they lived to tell the tale.