Deep woods the lights were dimming, above the moon was swimming by. Like she knew what I had done. As I walked on weak and blind, from the things I left behind. Then the raven spoke my name, nothing since has been the same. I saw black wings descending, would this be my impending doom. Could it wash my sins away. As I walked on weak and blind, from the things I left behind. Then the raven spoke my name, nothing since has been the same.