I may be a raven with demons eyes...
And a mind twisted by time and those divide...
But my soul still burns of fire, And Death is no longer rapping, Rasping at my chamber door.
You sparked the flame in me, My phoenix.
Therefore I shall help you until Death goes gently rapping, Rasping at another's chamber door.  
Fore I may be a raven with demon eyes and a mind twisted by time and lies but I still have a soul, A soul to create.
And I shall create joy for you if nothing more.
You will fly again my phoenix, As others have flown before.
I am no prophet nor thing of evil.
But I will remain until your fears and sadness haunt you
Nevermore.