Raven Chorus - Intellectual

[Intro: Ian Reed]

The old raven stands

Amid the battle dead

He pecks and gouges, pulls and tears

And soon stands proud and fed

You raven with your dark black sheen

You raven with your beak

I see the end of my comrades

And I choke and I cannot speak

She stands body bowed

Her tears wet the stone

A widow charcoal black

Grief cuts to the bone

Lifts her head, begs release

Raven chorus mocks the peace

The raven chorus calls

Love's kiss soon turns to bile

For love stays but a while

Their eyes burn with hate

Their voices rise and their hearts break

In battles past and to come

The soon to die are sung

A hymn by the soon to feed

Pointless even to me

The raven chorus calls

A tree whose black twisted limbs

Seems weighed down by all our sins

Makes a fitting seat, a throne

As old as looming stones

And the modern world won't mean a thing

When mystery's web starts to spin

When above the city's banal hum

Calls the raven and the drum

The raven chorus calls