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The Raven
Lead Vocal: Alan Parsons, Leonard Whiting
The clock struck midnight
And through my sleeping
I heard a tapping at my door
I looked but nothing lay in the darkness
And so I turned inside once more
To my amazement
There stood a raven
Whose shadow hung above my door
Then through the silence
It spoke that one word
that I shall hear forever more
Nevermore
Thus quoth the raven, nevermore
And still the raven remains in my room
No matter how much I implore
No words can soothe him
No prayer remove him
And I must hear for evermore
Quoth the raven, nevermore
Thus quoth the raven

Fly straight with perfection
Find me a new direction
You never realised the things they said
W'ell never realise until we're dead
The fires they burned along the coast of triumphs
The ebony embittered souls of children
We'll seek another way before too long
But will you stop my wind before I'm gone
And when you find me all alone
Your world has never been my own
And when you find me
And when you find me all alone
Your world has never been my own
My friend you're black and when you fly you're wild
I am white sometimes I behave just like a child
The nothern seas are cold but they're our own
We'll sail your southern seas before too long
When I was a viking

Lead Vocal: Alan Parsons, Leonard Whiting
The clock struck midnight
And through my sleeping
I heard a tapping at my door
I looked but nothing lay in the darkness
And so I turned inside once more
To my amazement
There stood a raven
Whose shadow hung above my door
Then through the darkness
It spoke that one word
that I shall hear forever more
Nevermore
Thus quoth the raven, nevermore
And still the raven remains in my room
No matter how much I implore
No words can soothe him
No prayer remove him
And I must hear for evermore
Quoth the raven, nevermore
Thus quoth the raven
Nevermore

taking baby out for a treat tonight
fuck her up the ass with a switchblade knife
i dont know if its love, but its alright
death is knocking at your front door
using you up like a two bit whore
here the ravens cry of nevermore, twice as fucking loud as before
corpses dont
care who they kill
death hasnt stopped and it never will

Ritual Of Observation
Through midnight skies on desert winds bearing tidings of warfare,
Of endless pestilence familiar to the darkened one.
Empowering thelemic sign immortalize,
We bow to none weak.
Christian lepers are fading fast,
Enhungered beaks accept their flesh,
Necrotic skin.
Dissolving the Devil’s will looming,
A reach ever boundless and omnipotent,
With radiance the hellbird soars,
Anathematizing victims curse them with hatred from our lord.
On wings of blackened grandeur ride,
Envenoming our weaponry with supernatural strength we strike.
Sad Christian failures to fade at last,
Bewinged fiends consume what’s left.
Necrotic skin erupting,
The dark lord, he's laughing,
Your father forsaken faithlessly,
Suffer endlessly.
Bird of omens,
Ill harbinger of blight,
The raven waits with vengeance in his sights.
"Do as thou wilt" is the whole of our law
This world befallen within blackened claws.
Quarantined, contaminated destitute camps of putrefying grace plague on this world.
Eliminated raven returns reeking of their mass graves,
[Solo]
Harken to his voice,
Uphold our blackened creed,
Their god be dead.
Bird of omens,
Ill harbinger of blight,

And in the dawning of the day in late september
There came a weeping from outside my chamber door
Weary from fever I rose up ??
A Raven with a broken wing yet nothing more
I turn my head the once and bird become a damsel
With lips of cherry, ivory skin and lustrous hair
Open the doorway wide and smile for her to enter
Not in my lifetime seen a beast so rare
Sweet thighs of ruin how I loved her, and I loved her
She muttered low and helped me to her infant breasts
Deliverance was long and strong as god's my witness
Babylon burning sorrow known with each caress
And let the night in
For you were broken
Too ill to touch
Too much
And with the medal Eguinal had done their duty
The morning glory lying awoke with duly low
I breathed my last the day the warning bell was knelling
She smoothed her feathers down and flew out my window
And let the night in
But you were broken
Too ill to touch
Too much
And let the night in
For you were broken
Too ill to touch
Too much
And let the night in
For you were broken
Too ill to touch
Too much

They are calling from far away
The voices are crying for help
and I have to leave tonight
I am flying through a thunderstorm
Navigating in the night
I'm diving from the rain
I am the Raven, king of the sky
Show me the reasons to live or let die
Falling from heaven, a master of flight
I am the Raven fear me tonight
I am the Raven
Below I can see my destiny
Up in the sky looking down at my pray
as they run away
I am gliding silently
Trough the air, down to earth

Do not cry, do not weep,
For the dark ship is taking us
To the time where all is sleep
And the raven who is wise
Unruffled takes a feather
To cast it in the dying sea
Far from mortal eyes
He knows the time has come
And watching, waits above the sails
To catch the last remaining sun
And that ship without a crew
Unshaken by the weather
Laughing, cuts the waves of tears

When I look into your eyes
I see them all arise(all arise)
My feathered friend, observer of grief
Dark visions of the past
A horror that will ever, ever last
It is the truth that I can't believe
You have seen so much hate
Growing till it was too late
A manmade hell here on earth
Just when death closes in
Time to confess all their sins
Forced to return the gift - the gift of birth
With silent cries he drifts into the dark
With sorrow in his hear
The time the last light dies
All grace will be denied
The end of our future
When the dark Raven flies
Taking the eyes from the dead
Blinding a blinded head
They couldn't see while they were alive
Watch the reaper's dance
To the score in your bloody hands
A deadly symphony written for gun and knife
With silent cries he drifts into the dark
With sorrow in his hear
The time the last light dies
All grace will be denied
The end of our future

The raven's my totem; my brother
He is me; I am him
Watching this innocent world
Grow increasingly grim
The raven's the sign you'll see
When darkness is near
Rooted deep in your heart
Your primeval fear
A black garment suits a black soul
Avoided since days of old
There flies the raven
I am the dark spirit inside yourself
You dare not name
I am the lunatic you need
To know you're still sane
My ancestors long ago
Served the one-eyed lord
So today, a jester of darkness
I see and report
A black garment suits a black soul
Hate not the darkness
It lets you see the light you hold
There flies the raven
Gloomweaver eternal
Children of the light: Scorn me not
Be content you're not me
Be content you're not me
From old they have feared him
(There flies the raven)
Never dared to be near him
(There flies the raven)
The darkwinged omen:
Who will live, who will die
You better beware
When you hear the raven cry

(G. Feldhausen)
When the raven's in the sky
Black wings let him fly
The raven brought the pain
And many of us will die
In the fear of death
There's nothing left to regret
In the dawn we have to fight, yeah
And the rats come out at night
A cry in the still of the night
Will we ever see the light
I say free us from our chains
We are the broken men
When the raven brought the pain
Like a fallen angel always on the run
One hand for the Bible the other slings the gun
The priest blessed you he's calling us to pray
We'll follow the raven on his bloody way
We're riding down the hill battle's raging high
In the sign of the cross we're all gonna die
The reaper comes to sing his deadly song
That's the fate where we all belong
A cry in the still of the night
Will we ever see the light
I say free us from our chains
We are the broken men
When the raven brought the pain, oh yeah
Break the iron chains
Will you free us from the pain
We are the broken men
When the raven brought the pain
When the raven brought the pain, oh yeah
Break the iron chains
Will you free us from the pain
We are the broken men
When the raven brought the pain
In the night

The deformed wings, the deadly eyes,
his precious head, it has a price.
The bird has a mission here, don't loose your faith.
It will be there.
Feel he's coming to take your soul,
don't you come near him, you won't get old.
And the raven came out from the woods.
For his survival he'll take your blood.
His presence here must be known.
Your veins burn but it's freezing cold.
When his beak breaks through your skin
then you're lost, you can't win.
The salivary secretion he spits in your arm,
takes away your feeling and makes you warm.
And the raven came out from the woods.
For his survival he'll take your blood.
Now draw your bow to destroy him and wipe him away.
Fight for your life and don't make him stay.
It's your decision not to invite him in.
Find another playmate.

My love is like a raven
Black against a sky of grey
With cold in your bones
And the winter coming on
And the smell of snow on the way
The sun's going down
But you're walking home
The warmth will ease your pain
Like a jet black raven overhead (sings: Like a jet
black raven in the sky)
My love is a bird of change
My love is an autumn raven
Above a field cut low
And what she sees as she flies through the trees
No man is going to know
My love is a secret never told
An omen to swear by
Like a terrible raven overhead
In the rolling autumn sky
When the black night falls
The raven calls
And bathes me with her sweet breath
And the rough grey blanket
Weighs us down
Into a sleep like death
My love is an autumn raven
Above a field cut low
With the order of heaven pressing down
And frost on the stubble below
And the wisdom of the men and gods
The folly of the day
Is flying in the swift black raven

Wake up in the morning / a suicidal warning
Pull the shades back up to expose the sun
Walk outside or get a ride just get your ass there on time
Cuz we'll leave without everyone
we never did.
Everyone knows where to meet/Just behind pier 23
Don't forget your 12 pack of beer
The weathers great I have to say It's gonna be a perfect day
And we haven't lost a single life yet
we never did...never did, never did, never did...
Oh! Drink it on up, tilt it on back and pass the rest on
Oh, Don't let these days pass you by, cuz they won't last that long
Rich is making drinks down stairs / Pass him down the empty beers
Could someone pass another one up?
Kinda sacked, the boat is packed / Christeen's puking off the back
If the coast guard see's us, man, we're fucked
but they never did.
Brady's got the music wired / The Bob Marley's still required
To get this vessel all in the mood
Get to Sam's is all we've plannned / Docking we could sure use a hand
Before the waitress brings us our food
she never did...never did, never did, never did...
Oh! Drink it on up, tilt it on back and pass the rest on
Oh, Don't let these days pass you by, cuz they won't last that long
I'd like to see, be it, feel it, need it,
Don't repeat the shit your seeing, dealing with the feeling that your needing (its a)
long ride, high...tide...brain's fried, I think it's done, I think it's leaking out the other side
Go low, so-lo, ain't got no posse cuz their getting loaded on the boat
I'd like to see, be it, feel it, need it,
Oh! Drink it on up, tilt it on back and pass the rest on

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door —
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; —
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; —
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; —
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my sour within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in a bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
Presently to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
Merely this, and nothing more."
Out into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is someone at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore,
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open wide I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Soon that ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering on the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on this Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Now the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have gone before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed by an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Once more on the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert isle enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven stretched above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Now the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor