Baby Woodrose Renegade Soul
Can't you hear the raven closing in?
Can't you hear it calling time and again?
The end is getting nearer
Could it be any clearer?
Every man for himself
You're on your own - renegade soul
Elektra speaks her mind to everyone
She draws a golden circle around the sun
When tomorrows hurricanes have flown
You can thank your lucky stars that you've known
