The Raven Dance
Angels on wings
Deliver me to the heavens
Clouds so white high above
Away from inane desires
Better the coldness of the skies
Than the grey life below
So now I walk on top of the clouds
As I dream inside a bottle
Knowing soon, reality awakes
I shall fall from this paradise above
I have danced with the Raven
Now I shall march to the funerals call
I hear the bagpipes off in the distance
I have fallen from grace
Neck broken
The raven craves his last dance
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