Do you know what you fear of the ravens dark  Do you know what they hide, hide within their hearts  Can you see the sorrow within their eyes  Can you hear their cries, when the fiddle dies...    Mistletoe, friend of foe, so black upon the moor  Fallen leaves coloured red, blood of all the dead  Into mist they'll take your soul, they'll take your heart  And none of flames shall burn with the ravens dark    Raven land - mistletoe  Raven land - friend of foe    Whispering winds from the land of the nevermore  Bringing tales of the dead, dead in times before  Can you hear the shadows within the night  Can you see the flames, as the fire dies...    Mistletoe, not a toe, black friend upon the moor  And the leaves coloured red, tears of all the dead  In the mist they keep you soul, they keep you heart  And all of flames shall burn with the ravens dark