We’ve lost the fight, 

We’ve lost what’s right,

We’ve said goodbye to all that matters. 

We’ve lost real love, 

We’ve killed the dove, 

And the moon sheds tears and shatters. 

But the raven knows our faces,

And can see our disgraces, 

He caws to us warning, 

Of dire misery, 

Of the lies he can see, 

The cause of fate’s own mourning. 

He knows our longing, 

Our dreams that cling,

And he bids us to turn back our course, 

For he sees future and past, 

He knows what fate has cast, 

And tells us to have remorse.