It may feel dark and eternal
The longing for a dawn that never came
It may feel cold and ethereal
To burn in the fire of a heatless flame

Black eyes, as a prophet of things of evil
Beating it's wings as a whisper of devil

The eternity of a night of misery
As dark as black might be
As the raven observes the war
And calmly quotes ''nevermore!''

It has been days drowned into night
It has been months of dreads and harms
It has been summers and still no warmth
It has been decades and still no light