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“One darksome Raven riding the Northern wind,

One black crown to wake the Aesir

And underneath the waning winter moon

The wind swept cedar forest stirs…”

Where darksome ravens dwell

There in the ancient glade

Where royal eagles soar

There in the storming skies…

Will I set my shrine

And hail the Gods on high!

Where fearsome ravens dwell

Underneath their ebon wings

Where wise Owls sing

Underneath their stare…

Will I hallow my weapons

At night before the fight!

Where darksome ravens dwell

There in the ancient glade

Where winged Faery sweep

There by the enchanted creek

Will I in solitude pace

Before battle I embrace!

“In raven haunted forests I reign,

Where all is quiet, all is tranquil

I am the crowned, lonely king.”