Do you know what you fear of the ravens dark

Do you know what they hide, hide within their hearts

Can you see the sorrow within their eyes

Can you hear their cries, when the fiddle dies...



Mistletoe, friend of foe, so black upon the moor

Fallen leaves coloured red, blood of all the dead

Into mist they'll take your soul, they'll take your heart

And none of flames shall burn with the ravens dark



Raven land - mistletoe

Raven land - friend of foe



Whispering winds from the land of the nevermore

Bringing tales of the dead, dead in times before

Can you hear the shadows within the night

Can you see the flames, as the fire dies...



Mistletoe, not a toe, black friend upon the moor

And the leaves coloured red, tears of all the dead

In the mist they keep you soul, they keep you heart

And all of flames shall burn with the ravens dark