Abysmal

Hymn # VIII (Four Ravens Flew)

Abysmal


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