Little raven dry your wings While the wind blows warm across the ocean Where the angels wash their sins And the sun sets far beyond the hills But when the night falls When the horns call You must wake from your weary dream And you'll journey across the valley To the giving Cradle Tree Walk on ranger walk not alone Faith and love now rest upon your shoulders Chase the thunder and the roar Cross the borders into a world unknown Through the farlands where the ravens sing A lament for a dying hope