The Raven
The deformed wings, the deadly eyes,
his precious head, it has a price.
The bird has a mission here, don't loose your faith.
It will be there.
Feel he's coming to take your soul,
don't you come near him, you won't get old.
And the raven came out from the woods.
For his survival he'll take your blood.
His presence here must be known.
Your veins burn but it's freezing cold.
When his beak breaks through your skin
then you're lost, you can't win.
The salivary secretion he spits in your arm,
takes away your feeling and makes you warm.
And the raven came out from the woods.
For his survival he'll take your blood.
Now draw your bow to destroy him and wipe him away.
Fight for your life and don't make him stay.
It's your decision not to invite him in.
Find another playmate.
Or don't play at all.
El Cuervo
Las alas deformes, los ojos mortales,
Su preciosa cabeza, tiene un precio.
El pájaro tiene una misión aquí, no pierdas la fe.
Estará allí.
Siente que viene a llevarse tu alma,
No te acerques a él, no envejecerás.
Y el cuervo salió del bosque.
Por su supervivencia tomará tu sangre.
Su presencia aquí debe ser conocida.
Tus venas arden pero hace un frío helado.
Cuando su pico rompe tu piel,
entonces estás perdido, no puedes ganar.
La secreción salival que escupe en tu brazo,
se lleva tu sensación y te hace sentir cálido.
Y el cuervo salió del bosque.
Por su supervivencia tomará tu sangre.
Ahora saca tu arco para destruirlo y eliminarlo.
Lucha por tu vida y no lo dejes quedarse.
Es tu decisión no invitarlo.
Encuentra otro compañero de juego.
O no juegues en absoluto.