From warriors ravens grew red And with their leader a host attacked.

I praise the Lord, the Sovereign of the royal realm, Who has extended his sway over the tract of the world.

I have been a multitude of shapes, Before I assumed a consistent form.

Reaper of enemies; strong of grip; One kind with his fathers.

I grew up on red meat and corn. But I don't eat like that anymore.

She brought me a crow's feather...," he whispered.