All lights and shadows are misgiving,
All heathens tried to find a law
And all they came like dying breathing.
A bird had said its “Nevermore”.
All kinds of life for us were chosen,
All we discuss and looking for
All will be found, lost and poisoned.
The raven says his “Nevermore”.
All dark will fall into the sorrow,
All will be hollow like before
But ravens won’t betray the Morrow
The Silence will dispel: “Reborn”…