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Foggy visions
dreary sights
is this how
it will be tonight?

Cloudy skies
snowy ground
death and destruction
all around

Invisibal blood
coating the floor
goes unseen
forever more

My courps
lying still
killed in cold blood
another mans will

As the raven
slowly crept
the air from my lungs
slowly left

Taken away
to the haven of crows
a raven's haven
where my dead soul flows

Among the gravesones
and ancient birds
there is a creeping
whispers unheard

blackbirds scatter
flapping away
so they can live to see
another day

Landing in a tree
decrepid and old
branchess lifless
leefless and cold

Settled rooks
squwak and crow
their ancient song
of morbid sorrow

the squwak thats hurd
from stone to stone
waking the dead
and screaching their bemoan

I hear their lament
from my tomb
as i sleep in silence
of this decrepid room

My soul creeps out
to see my friends
and waving goodbye
from over their heads

My body lay still
but my soul flies free
to the lands of heavin or hell
whichever will be my destiny

Away from this earth
forever more
seeing this horid mortuary
never more