O’ upon distant realm and road,
Desire tempted, vengeance’s goad,
O’ quelling of mine bitter soul,
“No rest for wickedness!”Crows bode.

Damnation governs the blood path,
Dreams fade within a heart of wrath,
No rest, no rest for death’s the toll,
Drown, drown within fury's bloodbath.

The road led upon verdant green,
Mine wicked heart had not foreseen,
A muse's meeting with maiden fair,
Whose love t'was unfettered and keen.

Lo, verdant fields of green and gold,
Lo, rage’s fires falter cold,
Goddess of beauty forged in flesh,
Slivered embers of hope grow bold.

O’ upon distant realm and road,
Desire tempted, vengeance’s goad,
O’ quelling of mine bitter soul,
“No rest! No rest” the wise Crow bode.

Yet, wearily the road yielded,
Flittering dreams of peace pleaded,
Grasping rest in the golden fields,
For her, for her I conceded.

O’ upon distant realm and road,
Desire tempted, vengeance’s goad,
O’ quelling of mine bitter soul,
The crow remained silent and cold.