The Raven was righteous in his blackened macabre.
He was right as he cried "Nevermore!".
He knew my sorrow
He felt my plight.
With his glaring amber eyes and a battle cry; it would end tonight!
I knew he wanted me to fight.

Fight my demons!
Slaughter the hordes!
Storm the fortress!
Pillage the shores!

He tasted my victories...
Indulged in my defeat.
He never cowered, flustered, or screeched.
I knew he wanted me to fight.

Fight my demons!
Slaughter the hordes!
Storm the fortress!
Pillage the shores!

Demons came and I faught growing weary.
Horde upon horde, I...