Every life can be epic, with mythic truth vibrating within us
As the storms can be seen approaching, thundering, shaking
Ravens and their cousin crows refuse the inevitable soaking
Skies darken, as a group they all rise above the corn fields
Flying from the moment, the disdain comes from a torment
They have wisdom that we do not, and destiny is revealed
They've chosen their path, our own fate has been sealed
The sun and storms, the fields full of wheat, will live on
When all temporary cloaks of flesh, wither and decay
So we wait together with hope, for that final day
When we join each other in the distant forever
Living in the sun upon Elysium's horizons
