You fancied the raven's madness
And held his darkness to your soul
Stepping on shards of clay
As the nightwinds beckoned hither
Wailing banshees gather at your feet
In pools of swirling shadows
Nights presence whets evils thirst
As they dance to your favor
Sanctity curses your name
And calls you damnable
Those who can not see fear
What lays beyond the mask
Oh! but cowards fawn
When asked to give testimony
They have tasted pure water
And the wine has become bitter
