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Raven black, why are you wheeling,
Why're you wheeling over me?
Ever will your prey elude you.
Raven black, I am not yours!

And what are you doing, spreading
Your wings wide over my head?
Or do you sense prey beneath you?
Raven black, I am not yours!

Fly you now, off to my homeland,
And say to my mother dear,
Say to her, my darling mother,
That for Fatherland I fell.

Take my shawl, now stained with red blood,
To my darling, dearly loved.
Say to her that she is free now:
To another I am wed.

A smoldering arrow bound her to me,
Upon the fated battlefield.
Death, I see, is coming for me.
Raven black, I'm now all yours!

I'm now all yours!