Grey morning, dawn won the fight

Daylight drives away the night

Fog's rising out in the fields

The birth of winter is in sight



Dark shadow's fall from the sky

They alight on gallows tree

Black feathers, amber beaks

Waiting for their Deity



Leaves are spinning 'round

Lost and never found

When the King takes the Crown



Can you feel

The autumn wind blowing

Ravenlord is coming to stay

Can you hear

The passing bell tolling

Ravenlord - takes you far away



Sharp talons, pinions of ice

They obscure the new-born day

Hot breathing freezes to snow

Piercing caws lead you astray



Leaves are spinning 'round...