Corvus! He cried, you Trickster and thief!
Old Stealer of souls, you go too far!
soothsaying omens only bring grief
Bringing pain here like an open scar
Old Battlecrow, I call you out
Doomsayer, your beak runs red
As you croak, caw, spread evil doubt
And the armies below flee in dread
Raven’s memory, black-cloaked prophet
Magical foreteller of doom
Confusion spreader and misfit
Killing you would only cause dire gloom
Harbinger of woe, many Gods spy
Causer of strife, trouble and sorrow
War’s chosen sentinel with gimlet eye
You ensure we won’t see tomorrow!