When the raven spoke my name

Deep woods the lights were dimming,
above the moon was swimming by.
Like she knew what I had done.

As I walked on weak and blind,
from the things I left behind.
Then the raven spoke my name,
nothing since has been the same.

I saw black wings descending,
would this be my impending doom.
Could it wash my sins away.

As I walked on weak and blind,
from the things I left behind.
Then the raven spoke my name,
nothing since has been the same.