And crazy man, Michael will cursed be
And shortly they were talking
Your sorcerer’s words are to taunt me
He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore
And he struck down the raven through the heart-o
He took out his dagger of fine and broad steel
Your true love will die by your own right hand
The bird fluttered long and the sky, it did spin
And he beat at the four winds with his fists-o
You speak for the devil that haunts me
Michael, he ranted, and Michael, he raved
Your future, your future, I will tell to you
For his mad mind entrapped him with a fist-hold
For, is she not the fairest in all the broad land?
Your future, you often have asked me
You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate
He met with a raven with eyes black as coal
