The Raven

The deformed wings, the deadly eyes
His precious head, it has a price
The bird has a mission here, don't loose your faith
It will be there
Feel he's coming to take your soul
Don't you come near him, you won't get old

And the raven came out from the woods
For his survival he'll take your blood

His presence here must be known
Your veins burn but it's freezing cold
When his beak breaks through your skin
Then you're lost, you can't win
The salivary secretion he spits in your arm
Takes away your feeling and makes you warm

And the raven came out from the woods
For his survival he'll take your blood

Now draw your bow to destroy him and wipe him away
Fight for your life and don't make him stay
It's your decision not to invite him in
Find another playmate
Or don't play at all