Black raven, black raven, Why are you fighting over me, You won’t wait for prey, Black raven, I’m not yours. You won’t wait for prey, Black Raven, I’m not yours. Well, you open your claws Above my head, You drink your prey yourself, Black raven, I’m not yours. I will tie a mortal wound As a scarf presented to me, And then with you I will Speak all about one thing. Fly to my side, Tell my mother, You tell my dear, What kind of homeland I fell. Take the bloody handkerchief to My Lovely Loved One, You say it is free, I married another. He took the bride quietly slender In a clean field under a bush. The matchmaker was married. My sharp saber. Kalena arrow crowned Among the battle of fateful. I feel my death is coming, Black raven, I am all yours. I feel my death is coming, Black raven, I am all yours.