The raven red, on ruby pinions winging
its way between the worlds, hears dead men singing.
It scarce knows its strength, the price it scarce knows,
but its power will arise and the Circle will close.

The lion-as proud as the diamond bright,
Though the spell may be clouding that radiant light-
In the death of the sun what’s amiss will then mend,
While the raven, in dying, discloses the end. 


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