I dreamt of a Spanish raven
Of pewter she was made
Drinking from a river’s edge
Within a shadow’d glade

Twelve moons danced before me
Unraveling what was done
Twelve moons danced before me
I was the thirteenth one
I was the thirteenth one

The third eye of the Raven
Sees her stories at night
Listen close and she’ll tell
You a riddle of truth tonight

The sleepy sun rose golden red
The land around me shone
I saw a man just standing there
In death, he was alone

“I stopped the moon this morning
So quietly,” he said
He smiled at me. “She smiled,” said he
Then slowly bowed his head
He slowly bowed his head

The third eye of the Raven
Sees her stories at night
Listen close and she’ll tell
You a riddle of truth to…

The circle spins in Heaven
The circle spins on Earth
The circle spins in Hell
The circle spins my birth
The circle spins again, again
The circle spins my breath
The circle spins again, again
The circle spins my death

I dreamt of a Spanish raven
Of pewter she was made
Drinking from a river’s edge
Within a shadow’d glade

Twelve moons danced before me
Unraveling what was done
Twelve moons danced before me
I was the thirteenth one
I was the thirteenth one

The third eye of the Raven
Sees her stories at night
Listen close and she’ll tell
You a riddle of truth to
The third eye of the Raven
Sees her stories at night
Listen close and she’ll tell
You a riddle of truth to-
The third eye of the Raven
Sees her stories at night
Listen close and she’ll tell
You a riddle of truth to
The third eye of the Raven
Sees her stories at night
Listen close and she’ll tell
You a riddle of truth tonight