| Slowly snow is falling on black wings
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| The morning rays of light, Gray’s Mountain is singin'
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| Winter morn', the dawn of spring
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| The sun, the light, the birth of things
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| The lair of grizzly Mountain King
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| The evergreen of trees, the living canvas
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| Cold, moon was so bright that night
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| When the wolver came
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| And he stole you away
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| From me
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| Where are you tonight, oh child
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| Can you hear the call
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| Will we see you…
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| Do ravens still fly with you
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| Follow you, like in my dreams
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| I believe
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| Your raven still flies with you
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| Or without you
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| I hope you know… I hope you know…
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| Years may pass like a flying raven
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| Can you see the stars above me
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| Alive in a cage, safe and fed, the Knowing
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| Come render me painless
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| Even if I would never see you again
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| Raven, bring me my wish upon the starry sky
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| All the dreams my son’s had in the strange world, in which he’s hidden
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| Paint the sky, draw the map of freedom, I close
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| My eyes, the brothers walk the path home side by side…
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| The wailing sounds in a chamber
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| Softer, no echoes remain
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| Bury your hopes and your prayers
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| If he is dead you have none…
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| Do ravens still fly with you
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| Follow you, like in my dreams
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| I believe
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| Your raven still flies with you
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| Above you, you feel the wind in your hair
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| Above you… wind in your hair, in my dream
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| You run amongst the wolves now
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| The hills are glaced, the winter’s veil
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| The beauty of the season close to sun
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| The ravens still fly with you |