Hymn # Viii (four Ravens Flew) Lyrics - Singles - Abysmal

In her eye... far away 

A tear broke free 

From the ice, from the frost 

of her long sleep 

Hear the thunder of the North 

Hear the ravens screaming her name 

Let the black ones fly 

to speak the messages of the unborn 

Onto the blackest skies 

Shadows of the raven's flight 

Crying their lament 

Upon the crossroad where she stand 

One flies to gain the thundering North 

Another crosses great seas in the West 

The third flies South, towards the !sunreich 

The last across the windswept fields of the East 

Sand Seas Skies Darkness 

Time Death The center of the sin 

North West South East 

Wisdom's found 

Along the roads to the center of the sin 

The tear... 

Lost its grip of her cheek 

Buried forever... 

In the sand... of my world 

...of my darkness 

...of my perfection 

...of my sorrows 

Sorrows... 

Let the ravens fly