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