The sun has disappeared behind the tall trees of the jungle. You remain inside your tent, sitting awake atop your bedroll.
There's nothing more for you now but to sleep.
And to await the coming horrors that tomorrow will bring.
It was in times like these, way back in The War, that you would use your gifted voice.
Times have changed. It has been months since you sang last.
But here you are, back in the jungle, back with your comrades of old.
So you sing, though more for nostalgia's sake than anything else.
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The words that come to you are dark and morbid. It's another song from The War. Even your musical knowledge has been shaped by that wretched conflict.
O dear raven
I've yet to fall
I've yet to die
So leave me be
And let me by
It's been a long time.
O dear raven
Stay your feast
Stay your omen
So leave me be
And flee again
It's been a very long time.
O dear raven
My body will fall
And see no fire
But leave me be
And spare thy ire
You sigh deeply. Memories course beneath the surface.
O dear raven
I've died today
I'm gone forever
So feast on me
But spare the others
The air is still. Your mind is alight.
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