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