The skeleton of a raven brought me a message
He left laughing towards the sky and the moon, and there was no moon that night
I saw fire in the sky I saw blood on my hands
I looked at the message, it was written on a piece of rolled up skin
I did not know who’s or where it had come
The words moved as if seen through glistening waters
I had no need to decipher, I had seen the Devils script before
It was my death sentence, and this also I’ve seen before
The Devil taunts me with these promises, these invitations
To cross the river into the Abyss
I’m always left standing, holding a piece of my skin, blood on my hands with the skeleton of a raven laughing in the moonlight where there is no moon

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