Raven Astrid - Raven Calling

North wind
Wake the sea
Ravens car me
Black sails rise where the daylight dies.
Cold steel in my head.
I left my
Fear on the southern pier, my shadow on the sand.
The moon is a shield on the water wide.
The stars burn through the rain.
Old drums call from the mountains hard.
And the storm speaks my name.
If I
Fall, let fire claim me.
If