| With the wings of sorrow, I have taken flight
|
| Cloaked in the darkness like a thief in the night
|
| I have watched the farmer planting in his field
|
| And known that what he sows, is there for me to steal
|
| I take what I need, never more, never more
|
| In the art of survival, there’s no rich there’s no poor
|
| Time passes by, kingdoms come and go
|
| I’ve seen it all, I’m a raven in the snow
|
| I have watched the seekers searching for their gold
|
| The rape of the land, generations unfold
|
| Nations of the world, their rise and their fall
|
| I’ve watched it all, I’m a raven in the snow
|
| I have heard the crying, wailing in the wind
|
| Empty words and broken promises, time and time again
|
| Song of the sparrow, call of the crow
|
| Echo in the mountain and the valley’s below
|
| The scarecrow and the hunter, can’t keep me away
|
| The winter winds a blowin' couldn’t lead me astray
|
| You can separate the flock still my colors would show
|
| I will stand out, like a raven in the snow |