[Verse 1] Black wings rise like a single pulse, thirty bodies, one intent. No caw, no cry just clicking beaks counting every life that bent. They circle where the ground still warms, marking every loss in flight. The ledger forms above the trees, and Wraithwood grips the night. [Pre-Chorus] Numbers fall like ash, records carved in air. What the world won’t witness, they confirm it there. [CHORUS] Tally-ravens, rise and soar, count the fallen, keep the score. Every ending, every cost you decide what must be lost. O Tally-Ravens, the forest heeds your wings declare what balance needs. (choir behind: “Count… count… count them all…”) [Verse 2] They move like shifting script above, a pattern written out of fear. Every click a solemn mark, every stroke a tally clear. [Pre-Chorus] Numbers fall in line, truth is in the sum. When the count is finished, the Bone-Stag comes. [CHORUS] Tally-ravens, rise and soar, count the fallen, keep the score. Every ending, every cost you decide what must be lost. O Tally-Ravens, the forest heeds your wings declare what balance needs. (choir rising: “Balance… balance… balance must be kept…”) [BRIDGE] Click the dead. Mark the missed. Score the names the world resists. FINAL CHORUS Tally-ravens, rise and soar, count the fallen, keep the score. [chorus] Tally-ravens, rise and soar, count the fallen, keep the score. Every ending, every cost you decide what must be lost. O Tally-Ravens, the forest heeds your wings declare what balance needs. (choir full force: “Count… count… count them all…”)
