The moon turns my words against me
It's light shows my lies
To this sunken place the dead all come

But for my oath I would join them

The ravens descend from the tower

To place on my heart the fire
Black as dead night they watch
As the words find their purpose


The tide draws out under the sinking moon
The spires of the dead city gleam

One last gaze upon the towers of home
After death I have no need of this place


The ravens have done their task
They carry the oath to the wind
The bond will be fulfilled

When the moon comes right again