Renegade Soul - Baby Woodrose

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