Deep woods the lights were dimming,
above the moon was swimming by.
Like she knew what I had done.
As I walked on weak and blind,
from the things I left behind.
Then the raven spoke my name,
nothing since has been the same.
I saw black wings descending,
would this be my impending doom.
Could it wash my sins away.
As I walked on weak and blind,
from the things I left behind.
Then the raven spoke my name,
nothing since has been the same.
