War comes on ravens wings
War, the blood red horse on ravens wings
Trampling on tainted minds,
battering them to suit her needs.
Her eagel eyes survaying all
Her mane flickering with sparks of hate and jelousy.
And with her dark ravens wings she'll fly into the sky,
To smell the stench of death and watch the bullets fly.
And then those Deamons Hope and Courage spoiling all her work.
Light finds away.