The Raven

I saw the raven tear for hearts,
in nights of heartbeat halcyon,
he carried a memory of green lights,
the two he loved in time gone.

In the eye of hunters lonely look,
saw the nights of sweet blood poured,
on those lips laying drops of red,
he would carry the pain until the end.

And in dreams he flies upon,
the nights of pursue fire,
and he knew the way to home,
for our feather to die.

And in the end we all fall,
in tears and in dreams,
and when the liquor pours of life and wolves,
of wings without holes.

In the eye of hunters lonely look,
saw the nights of sweet blood poured,
on those lips laying drops of red,
he would carry the pain until the end.