The Raven sits upon my shoulder,
singing his wicked song,
And has the day grows colder,
The Raven will do what is most wrong,
The Raven sits upon my heart,
It nicks at my veins,
With its beak he rips me apart,
With his song he brings these pains,
The Raven sits upon my mind,
Reminding me of the evil I am,
Telling me hell is the rest of time,
Hell, he screams, your are with the damned,
The Raven now sits upon my tomb,
Singing of my death,
Telling all of my doom,
And how I laughed with my final breath,
