Above the ancient earthen floor,
Among the cloud enshrouded sky,
On raven's wings, I fly.
Through fog of time and temperament,
Amidst the old forgotten lore,
On raven's wings, I soar.
And to the noisesome battlefield
Where death makes song with clanging note,
On raven's wings, I float.
Then swoop I down to meet my foes,
Turn, swoop once more from cloudy height,
On raven's wings, I fight.
And when the battlefield is still
But for the whispered wind's exhale,
Across the sight of broken land,
On raven's wings, I stand.
On raven's wings, I climb.
A destiny of my design,
On raven's wings, I shine.
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