What will get me through this night Till the owl begins to sing again? What will get me through this life Till I begin to cling again? And even though I was at home When a black raven knocked at my door I hid from him till he went away I escaped that gore. What will get me through this fright Till the owl begins to sing again? What will get me through this life Till I start to cling again? And even though I slept in a room With madmen on the floor And I didn't sleep for days from the raven's gaze I escaped that whore.