at dusk a stillness falls defeated warriors seized
from life shielding the landscape,
they lie as legions have before them the crow spirals
down from its tower of dominion its eternal quest is
the blood of the slain it sees battles,
victories and visions fortold its eyes hold the secrets
of eternity devouring warriors the triple figure
of war shall arise seeking spilled blood and wind blown
leaves a shape of black shadows it shall sweep its
endless domain figures transform to crystal and ice
snowflakes soar on the northern wind i am the wind
that rolls from the sea i am the darkness that cloaks
your soul i am the whisper that drifts through the
trees i am the fate that compels you all the voice
of the future cries out across the land