Pitch-black raven, do not hover
Circling over my head.
There's no prey for you to discover.

Pitch-black raven, I'm not dead.

Hide your talons as you're flying

Circling over my head
Do not seek for prey where I'm lying
Pitch-black raven, I'm not dead


Will you fly and tell my mother
It's in battle that I fell

Tell my bride to marry some other
I will bid her no farewell


But the raven keeps descending
As I rest my weary head
I can feel the end is impending

Pitch-black raven, I am dead