Who's Raven-man? He is a bloody maniac
On killing you he'll torment your body
And skull your nice'll become a bowl for cognac
And lips divine, subjected to marauding,
Would be torn off. That's all. What else, my dear?
But can't deny, that it's a great idea
To feel his armes around your pleasant waist
And knowing all about the future tortures
Still linger moment, savouring his taste,
And hear once from him: "Buenas noches"...