A sound, a noise I hear, loud and muffled at the same.
It enters my corpse just as air pumping lungs
And there I breathe again, death is tame.
A tapping audible on my forgotten gravestone
Tears me apart from the spirits I was amongst.
And here I am again, made of flesh and bone.
The raven’s finally responded to my call,
Howling for vengeance along with me.
This sharpened pain, an onyx pall,
Will plunge our enemies in agony!
Even though I cry and shake with fear,
I’ll end up giving you your due!
It can’t rain all the time, my dear...
But there I’ll burn, calling out for you...