There! There the raven flies
High above the ground
There! There in the skies
His wings make not a sound
There! There the dying lie
Upon that field of war
There! There the angels cry
They bore witness to the gore
There! There the raven descends
With eyes upon his feast
There, now comes bitter end
In beak of winged beast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem