A raven flies through the grey winter sky
Alone as far as the eye can see
But his brothers eight speak inside his mind
Their true selves lost for eternity

As he flies o’er the mountains he sees a flock
Of sparrows angry and robins fierce
Crying of murder, vengeance and hate
And shedding for their dead bitter tears

They cry in rage and shriek in fury
Then move in like carrion bold
He laughs to himself at their foolishness
What chance against one so unfathomably old

His claws sharp as swords strike them out of the air
Their bodies crushed, rent and torn
The survivors flee across the steel-grey sky
Their pitiful cries ringing lost and forlorn

Into a blizzard he flies without fear
His flight silent, fearless and sure
A silhouette dark against the pitiless cloud
He vanishes into the storm