On wings of black. 
They soar through the sky. 
Circling the Nine Realms. 
Chasing the winds far and wide. 

Their caws crying out. 
To whoever will listen.
For they bring back hands that will worship their master.

They sit upon the shoulders of a transient cloak.
And watch and listen to what surrounds them.
Waiting patiently for their next meal. 

Waiting for the body of the next man.
To fall upon a spear, for that sweet cadaver,
Will be their nourishing meal.

Their caws are a delightful melody to the ones who’ve won.
But sinister to the ones standing opposite.
They circle and circle, waiting to bring the report to their master.

On wings of black, they soar.
Always back to their master’s shoulders,
For they are ever faithful to their One-Eyed lord. 

Eyes of the King, on wings of black. 
You fly to the realm of man and back. 
You bring your messages back to Him.
One brings Him their memories, 
While the other brings Him their thoughts. 
Watchers for the One-Eyed.
Your caws make Him glad, as you bring Him His daily knowledge. 
If you were not to return, His heart you'd surely break. 
Especially Munin, who He worries of most. 
Eyes of the King. 
Continue your flight. 
For if I see you, I will Hail your caws.