There are no exceptions, it is all ordained,
In life, everything grows and dies…
Life is chaos and choices are pain
Fate can race on the skies...
The inevitable cycle, it starts up again,
Another death with anguishing cries…
From my remains flowers bloom,
And from the death, life will take root...
Like phoenix, I rise from the tomb,
Observing the scene, I stand as though mute...
I am newborn, as though from the womb,
I known my purpose and my terrible boon…
I am the Slayer of Worlds
And the Bringer of Doom
My name is Raven, and Trigon comes soon…
