Fallen Raven

Along with the wind, its wings in a bind
Dropping without will, it's a line of kill
Chattering screams in its falling way of ill
Fearful dreams flying in a worried trapping mind

O come away, come away my merciful death
And convey those secrets hide in its depth
Keep it in your heart, before it get shrinks
And bring some peace, to its broken wings

O my cripple bird, you fall before your grave
And you yell before your faith
Frozen branch you rest and the winter sky you rove
Resting shades are gone, your dream will die herewith

A raven will fall and cripple bird will die
Along with the wind and along with the moon
Raven will fall and its chattering sounds of cry
One day within the snow, its heart will bloom like moon