Lyrics:

[Intro: Ian Reed]
The old raven stands
Amid the battle dead
He pecks and gouges, pulls and tears
And soon standsproudand fed
You ravenwith your dark black sheen
You ravenwith your beak
I see the end of my comrades
And I choke and I cannot speak

[Verse 1: Tony Wakeford]
She stands body bowed
Her tears wet the stone
A widow charcoal black
Grief cuts to the bone
Lifts her head, begs release
Raven chorus mocks the peace

[Chorus: Tony Wakeford]
The raven chorus calls
The raven chorus calls

[Verse 2: Tony Wakeford]
Love's kiss soon turns to bile
For love stays but a while
Their eyes burn with hate
Their voices rise and their hearts break
In battles past and to come
The soon to die are sung
A hymn by the soon to feed
Pointless even to me

[Chorus: Tony Wakeford]
The raven chorus calls
The raven chorus calls

[Verse 3: Tony Wakeford]
A tree whose black twisted limbs
Seems weighed down by all our sins
Makes a fitting seat, a throne
As old as looming stones
And the modern world won't mean a thing
When mystery's web starts to spin
When above the city's banal hum
Calls the raven and the drum

[Chorus: Tony Wakeford]
The raven chorus calls
The raven chorus calls
The raven chorus calls
The raven chorus calls