Black Raven - State of Mind, Sacha Vee

Here is the truth

Held by the messenger

If she cries, the heart beats irregular

The darkness in her eyes

Brings you in closer

It’s the death of your disguise

Being too deep

Living in fear

Waiting for the fluttering wings to appear

The omen is right

The creature takes flight

And never leaves your sight

Ahhh

Black raven knows, ah

One for the sovereign, two for the joy

Three for a girl and four for a boy

Five for the silver, six for the gold

Seven is a secret never to be told

Never to be told

Ahhh

Black raven knows, ah