On a promontory of rock
She met a Northern Raven who
She lulled with her siren’s song.
I’m Memory he cawed,
My wings are black as soot.
Thought has flown away,
Down the coast of Africa.
I’ve flown down from Iceland,
With my dark wings to die.
With my dark wings to die.
And I’m somewhat bedraggled
By a hurricane that pushed
Me into the wind over your head.
Your song on the radio
Has captured me, has captured me.
I was driven thither by the wind.
I’m reporting back to Odin.
When I’m gone, you’ll know.
When I’m gone, you’ll know.
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