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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!