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Late last night, about a quarter to twelveIn the middle of an awful stormI took fright at the terrible sightOf a raven flying into my roomMy blood ran cold, my heart stood stillAs I pulled the covers over my headA minute dragged by as I opened my eyes upTo find her at the end of my bedThen she spoke in a devilish croakAbout herself being one of a scoreAnd I felt sick at the very ideaOf dealing with nineteen moreShe said, "look out your window"I see a skyfull, I pull a rifle on them allPink sunrise in the wintry skiesAll warm on the wings of a doveShe sinks and lands on the back of my handAnd sings with the voice of love..."Thoughts made flesh can be beautiful thingsAs I am one of the sameFed so well on the best of your dreamsAnd the beauty found withinLetras de cancionesBut those black beasts that you see in the eastAre scratching on the orchard floorAt split, sweet fruits and the writhing wormsThat you keep behind the straining doorGo to the cellar!I see the beasts and they're eatingFeasting on itFill my head with small white flowersHelp the sweetness heal the sourDraw on high religious powerFree the ravens from the tower
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"Ravens" as written by Andy Cousin, Mark Price, Julianne Regan, Marty Wilson-piper
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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From Letras Mania