When The Raven Spoke My Name

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.