Grey morning, dawn won the fight   Daylight drives away the night   Fog's rising out in the fields   The birth of winter is in sight   Dark shadow's fall from the sky   They alight on gallows tree   Black feathers, amber beaks   Waiting for their Deity   Leaves are spinning 'round   Lost and never found   When the King takes the Crown   Can you feel   The autumn wind blowing   Ravenlord is coming to stay   Can you hear   The passing bell tolling   Ravenlord - takes you far away   Sharp talons, pinions of ice   They obscure the new-born day   Hot breathing freezes to snow   Piercing caws lead you astray   Leaves are spinning 'round...