Death Dreamer
I'm a weaver of spells and deceit
A raven sits perched on my shoulder
Of men and their battles I dream
Death Dreamer
No love or compassion know I
For power is the only obsession
That troubles the dreams where I lie
Death Dreamer
How I weary of men and their schemes
I long to lie down in that slumber
That keeps us without any dreams
But I'm Death Dreamer
The weaver of spells and deceit
A raven sits perched on my shoulder
Of men and their battles I dream