thy raven wings
Singer:my dying bride
in fiery flight we would leave this hall
to death they go with music and song
but our dread simply must go on
i feel our need to feed goes on
crowned with thorns and pain was he
raised our hands and slew him utterly
crimson waves of the tears of war
this is what we were put here for
stood and watched them die
in fiery death we will crawl away
content we lived for each and every day
black and burned with a stench of decay