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Raven's DanceIn the whirlwind of ashesI can tell forbidden signs And dull whisper of the dashers, Who struck bosom of the brine Hollow wail is penetrating Through the tatters of the haze Brings a song that dedicated To the glory and the praise Being covered by a shroud Frozen breath and icy touch On the wings of flaming round Till it finally comes to crunch Wolves are wildly roaring Till they're out of breath, I see ravens soaring In the dance of death! |