The raven has flown and left the tower
And Albion feels all abandoned a desecrated cenotaph
surveillance state and waning choices
Guarded by warriors we knew guided by our ancestral voices
Let flags of black and red unfurl
Echoes of distant laughter
Confederation of the dispossessed
Fearing neither God nor master
Brother of this wretched man
I heed your call never giving in
Watching from his perch bemused
I see him now the spectre of the Raven King
All our lives transformed touched forevermore
All connected all as one
Forever in this moment
Rejecting those who would control us
