Singer/Songwriter Tyrella
As The Raven King Lay Dying

as the raven king lay dying
by the all night pharmacy
the morning sun was rising
as he gazed across the street

he said 'a cold wind calls me home boys'
'and it will not be denied'
'but I made some trouble and I made some noise'
'and now there's nothing left inside'
'and so I cast this world aside'

and his soldiers gathered round him
as the day was growing bright
and crouched down where they found him
caught in the traffic lights

he said 'they had no ears to hear me',
'and their eyes they do not see',
'and though they had no cause to fear me'
'this world is not for me'
'no it's not for the likes of me'

and Death stood on the corner
all grim with apologies
his face fixed on the mourners
as they sang their eulogies
as they sang their eulogies

as their voices were receding
in the dust and the dirt of the street
the sun rose up to meet him
and laid gold at his feet

and every bird that flew
was gathered on the ground
and each a feather drew
for to make a fiery crown
for to make a fiery crown