The white Raven sits quietly in the tree.
Watching the green Lady of Light
dancing a lullaby for restless souls.

She sings a song of deafening silence
To calm the unhappy dead.

Slowly their minds go to rest.
They were not prepared to let go.

The Lady of Light helps them
over the river of grief.

While the world cry’s in anger and pain.

From now on the Warlords are on the watch.
Never again will the black hyena fist on innocent souls.

The white Raven slowly circles high above.
Always ready to alert the people.