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