High above The Raven cries
For a subtle warning
Of the stillness in her eyes
Of my Christmas mourning
Hold your tongue
It's not enough
Now she's gone
If the flame of Eve burns bright in a dream
The Sacred Song lingers on, lingers
In the ground, her seed, my last melody
The Sacred Song
Only bells ringing
On the frozen battlefield
Where she lies in ruin
Boughs of holly on her shield
Splintered into dust
Hold your tongue
It's not enough
Now she's gone
If the flame of Eve burns bright in a dream
The Sacred Song lingers on, lingers
In the ground, her seed, my last melody
The Sacred Song
Only bells ringing on
Only bells ringing on
If the flame of Eve burns bright in a dream
The Sacred Song lingers on
