Lyric

The man too free from fights fixed heaven, fate

Why?

Then

We, ravens

Smelled

Thirsty, falling, gifted, mixing, heavenly, racing, mighty, dwelling men

But the uncounted keeps living

Fate is known

The uncounted keeps living

The uncounted keeps screaming

The uncounted keeps singing

The uncounted keeps dreaming

Fate is known

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Count

Count

Count

Men

We, ravens, are uncountable