I am the raven Noa sent
to find a land but didn't came back.
Upon the graves I stand
singing my songs to the dead.
Forbidden words wake them up
unbind their lips, release their tongues.
My book is written in blood,
its verses are bleak and they're black.
What they whisper I write it down
their curses and their pleadings,
what they know, what they see
when their eyes are closed with
coins upon them.
The cold graves are my bed,
in the silent cemeteries I dwell,
I am the Lilith's spawn
dressed in the cloak of the night.
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