A tale says I cost a giant commander his head, another song says I travel around a watch instead I appear by a baby and shake it around, you can find me on stage or the ground I can slam you in a rough, tight place or be a souvenir from outer space

In black attire with a raspy call, guardians of Odin's hall. Onyx wings take to the sky, wisdom's watchers, they fly high.

Something each person has of their own, but Rome has many of these. For some reason. It might be long, might be short, but it exists.

In shadows of time, where yesteryears dance, dost hearts oft yearn for bygone romance? A whisper of sweetly remembered glee, 'tis where the past entwines with thee.

In fields of grain I harvest the food, In cities of men I harvest their souls