through the loney marshes Of Norseland ancient soil Below me withering blizzard Has melted with the snow My tears no longer turned to frost My eyes they
left alive The raven and its staring eyes Taste the blood Hear their cries Horrifying genocide We lost our paradise Through the eyes of the raven See
번역: Kowalczyk, 에드. 레이븐의 눈을 통해.
witness left alive The raven and its staring eyes Taste the blood Hear their cries Horrifying genocide We lost our paradise Through the eyes of the raven
rollers ready for running Through the junkyards Breezing through the halls Racing through the malls And walking through the walls They'll strip your mind Just for fun Quoth the raven
raven never more But the raven, never flitting Still is sitting silent sitting, above a painting silent painting Of the forever silenced whole and his eyes
you will sail on Ooh, you're a big girl now You're a big girl now I see her through jet pilot eyes, mysterious and thin Like a raven breakin' free
hands and he said, ?It's me, it's me I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh Lord, please take me up I'm helium, raven waitin' for you, please take me
Fill it with gunpowder, came build sun power Rebuild it in one hour Then revealed it through a sunflower shared the shower Showin' the power of the North Messiah eyes
luck of women With cat eyes, her man's a rabbi Walks with a raincoat, top hat, bow tie And walkin with a cane, puffin his pipe Saw me through the blinds
I had a dream, woke up shaking The moon breaking through the tress And in the stillness of the evening I heard a rustling in the leaves And I saw a panther
the raven through the heart-o The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin And the cold earth did wonder and start-o Oh, where is the raven that
sun his withered weasel scurries deep. The streams of doom contrive to kiss his sculptured feet. His raven legs all churned and ruined through towers
is withered weasel scurries deep The streams of doom contrive to kiss his sculptured feet. His raven legs all churned and ruined through towers of
so gently Indigo eyes in the flickering candlelight Such is the silence o'er Royal Camelot The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps Through the dark
From the raven's hair upon my head To the feathers on my wings Remorse squeezed my hand in it's fraudulent claw With it's golden hairless chest And I glided through
