Quoth The Raven" I am the mystery And I am the bringer of the moonless night I bear the wisdom arcane I, harbinger from the burrowed isle Once you break forth Hearken the flap of my wings I haunt tour fears Though you don't know of my duty To lead your path Because I'll take you home to rest In my black wings enfolding you I am the icon sublime The guide of the voyage clandestine I sing the verses bewailed I, torch of the radiant way Once you step out Hearken the strokes of my wings Once you will leave your cocoon I will be there And death will smile his barefaced smile Initiating your final anguish It is not before my arrival That you will be led to feel The natural serenity of leaving this world... Hear my wings caressing the wind! Hear my cry! I haunt your fear Though you don't know my duty To lead your path Because I'll take you home to rest In my black wings, enfolding you