Fear and danger in my soul flare.
I could be a devil, both damage and crying,
Look like a raven, above the sky flying.
Before my appearance the world seemed to be
Kind and fearless, happy and free.
But only dark wings were that great reason
Our world seemed to be a prison.
I have a great power, which burns as a fire,
And every each hour a mystic desire
Makes me be stronger with a kindless heart.
I am not an angel, dark wings are so hard.