LOST - Hate Raven

in some former times of hope
whereon dead fields of stonern bones
where afterthen green grasses grew
I, the wisdom got to know

a wanderer by himself alone
is united with the stones
staring at the moving sky
feels his time has come to say:

"will you ever lead my child
to your forces of the wild?
are you really proud to see
the evil things you do to me?"

and then the hate raven flies
proudly towards the sky
to see beneath his wings
all the people die