Hope's Lament

Little raven dry your wings
While the wind blows warm across the ocean
Where the angels wash their sins
And the sun sets far beyond the hills
But when the night falls
When the horns call
You must wake from your weary dream
And you'll journey across the valley
To the giving Cradle Tree

Walk on ranger walk not alone
Faith and love now rest upon your shoulders
Chase the thunder and the roar
Cross the borders into a world unknown
Through the farlands where the ravens sing
A lament for a dying hope