In the twilight's grasp, I stand alone,  
Where shadows fall and spirits moan.  
A raven guards my weary soul,  
While I await the boatsman's toll.

Oh, raven black, with wings of night,  
Protect my soul till dawn's first light.  
Guide me through this vale of tears,  
Till the boatsman steers, and the end draws near.

By the river's edge, where silence reigns,  
And the moonlight weaves its silver chains,  
The raven watches, eyes like coal,  
A sentinel for my restless soul.

Oh, raven black, with wings of night,  
Protect my soul till dawn's first light.  
Guide me through this vale of tears,  
Till the boatsman steers, and the end draws near.

In the stillness of the darkened shore,  
I hear the call from the otherworld's door.  
But the raven's cry holds back my fear,  
A silent promise that you'll be near.

The boatsman comes with his silent oar,  
To ferry souls to the evermore.  
Yet the raven stays, a loyal guard,  
Till I cross that boundary, faint and marred.

As the journey starts and the shadows wane,  
The raven's vigil will remain.  
A faithful watch till my soul takes flight,  
Into the realm of endless night.