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

I fly without wings, I cry without eyes. Whenever I go, darkness flies. What am I?

My thunder comes before the lightning; my lightning comes before the clouds; my rain dries all the land it touches. What am I?

I share the blood of dragons, yet lesser in might, Two legs bear my body, two wings lift my flight. My tail is a weapon, my shadow brings fear, Name me, and know that my kin are not.

Born of storm and secret flame; I guard the old, forgotten name. Crowned in fear, I do not die; but my presence scorches the sky. What am I?