The darkness rises, obscuring the sun;
The dark ones fly, their work now done.
      The people gather to stare at the cloud
      And the beating of wings grows loud:
As the darkness begins to fly away
A sense of anxiety still stays.

All 'cross the land and the 'mountains green'
Elders nod, knowing what it means.
      "We still remember the ancient legends,
      And the message this leaving sends:
For from the great tower the ravens fly
-- Six cages broken -- Britain dies.

It matters not where the flock may now rest,
We stand before the last tempest:"
      So as the last loyal subjects we stand
      Upon the remnants of our land.
The ravens fled the tower, now shall fire
Consume the British Empire!

- Josh MacLeod (1993?)