Shadows carried on the wind
And fire from a devil’s eye
Float upon eternity,
Upon the endless sky.

Hatred and sorrowful dreams
Are carried on the wings of night,
And drown the radiance of the stars
That sparkles with a blinding light.

Bitterness and vengeance are
The blood of conflicts, every and all.
Each day another rises up
And answers their fell call.

Within the deepest darkness,
That light cannot dispel,
The evils of the world cry out
And sound that wicked knell.

The Ravens of Darkness, on wicked wings,
Carry out the fell commands.
No living creature is safe from them.
They exist in all the lands.

Would one could end the conflict,
The bitterness would recede.
Alas, none ever shall arise
To do this noble deed!