Mont Blanc Providence Crow

{Munin, memory of Odin:

Destiny's observer in the Midgard of men

The Providence Crow knows who you are

He cries from Mont Blanc to Midgard of Men}

You saw me on the chimney of the sinking ship

You heard my hoarse cries by the bed of the sick

You can tell where I am by the sound of the whip

Every place I visit the fog of misery lies thick

I am the Destiny's Bird, the Providence Crow

from my Mont Blanc High to Humanity Low

I observe your crimes and all that goes wrong

In Harmonia Universali, this is your song

Once you lived in the caves and under the trees

Hidden in a house, now you cannot freeze

Remember I know you as the animal you are

Cutlery and clothes only make a monkey star

I can give you Wisdom, Beauty and Power

Turn you into a robot o make a flower

But I prefer just the way are

A smartly dressed criminal, a singing monkey star