raised hedges in the wilting grass       stalks of broken straw       barren fields and broken glass       barbed wire fence       as day breaks, a white light       shines through the fog       the sunrise climbs higher       inside the sky       raven fly, come with me          and all the long flocks of black crows       their legions wait in counted rows       and with each day their numbers grow       wait here with me in their shadow       and when the north wind starts to blow       they will take their place and they will show       us all that they wish us to know       they will fill the sky, they will steal your soul          and as the locusts are swarming       you will hear their cry, you will feel their sting       and when the season turns to spring       the mighty raven spreads his wings       and you will hear the beacons sing       come and receive the gifts they bring       and in their claws our bodies cling       all through the skies their screams will ring