Yard Of The Raven Girls

Through the yard of the raven girls,
Through the gates of gold
The glittering of your eyes fade.
And the winds of young summer dance
In the heap of golden hay.

Fear, here we come.
Oh yes now! Fear, we may come
To the new age of sound.

The sea of heart, and the art, is your beauty
And the innocence, oh the purity.
The taming seas and sour tempest
Are the diamonds, and the rust
The eyes, yours is the best.

Fear, here we come.
Oh yes now! Fear, we may come [So run, run, run, run, run]
To the new age of sound!