Tell Raven that it's fatal, chasing everything that glitters
Colour breeds a shadow, he doesn't miss a single thing
Gold and silver party stone, never leaves a thing alone
Bound to win every hour. Flies to his lofty tower
Storing the spoils of the fruits of his toils
He did well on the side of the roundabout flying

Often you'll see the Raven, flapping wings and calling loudly
Doesn't care what others feel, thinks he has the right to steal
Gold and silver party stone, never leaves a thing alone
Bound to win every hour. Flies to his lofty tower
Storing the spoils of the fruits of his toils
He did well on the side of the roundabout flying