I have lost all on fields of black remorse  As scarlet tears drowned thy will and thy hope  Fading with the sun were thy precious dreams  Yet still her sweet face was with thee as I died    She is the raven that kisses the wind  And echoes the fears of man  She is a vision of subtle melody  Soft black lace graced her skin  Pale as the ivory night moon  Morose and beauty over me  Consuming all...    The winds carried a mist of red death over dead crowned hills  As the rain quelled the burning fields now drowned in blood  The trumpets of man's war rose silently from far distant woods  As a pall reflection of melancholy in the wrath of this deceit  Clouds of ashen gray dew down the sorrow of their lives  The end of all days is here and time must now fall away    Yet thy eyes went to her grace and drowned in her beauty  I devoured her elegant warmth and caress, delicate in it's endless care  Yet thy heart went with her blood that day, an eternal part her  This raven took from thee thy life and gave to thee an undying lust    As the sun gently drifted beyond hills stained with red  I arose to a world of scarlet hued tears frozen in filth  There upon the scarred earth I gazed forever into their lifeless eyes   Downcast hollowed shadows of man crying silently in repose  Their lives had become one with thee and their souls I claimed  I had been reborn into a darkness greater than man    The eternal scarlet sun has set beyond this land  And before thee the lives of thy people have gone...  (I must weave this tale of sorrow and despair  This tapestry of depression is the story of thy life  For sadness is the raven muse of tragedy...  Sadness is the raven muse of tragic loss)