If what all ravens do,
To mock all with their hearts.
Their hearts must be as dark,
As the moonlights park.
If their eyes glisten,
In cold blooded mercy,
What would we do,
If we run now, Percy?
As you hide from their claws,
Or their big cruel beaks,
You will find the biggest raven,
You will ever meet.
As he is the leader,
The one whom you shall speak,
With blood as an offering,
Kneel and find what makes you tick.
