The crow spreads its wings in full flight
To bear the dead soul and carry its shadow
From the light of day back into the night
The burning black tears across our skies
The blackest eyes of Death in ethereal disguise
And every night we too may fall
To follow the soul, gone
before
Crippled in the talons of its
hold
To feel the growing darkness
of its pall
The crow will close in, cast
its embers
Upon the hallowed ground, of
coldest Decembers
Incinerate mortal flesh under
velvet wings
Your soul will be reborn, from
its shell
Torn, the world bids you
farewell
As your ashes mottle the
rising dawn
Take your last breath, and
final gaze
With eyes raised, with the
spirit
Of the crow, that takes you
back from all you know
Because Unto Death, we must
all impart
The dying mind, that leaves
behind
A sorrowful soul and surviving
heart
