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Feathers of the Crow

Quietly hit the ground

Messengers of death

Constrain the minds of the bound

Sly and silent demons

Twisting fate

Like the knife

That defined your sacrifice

We are born in blood

Hope has been erased

There's no getting out alive

We have seen His face

He is coming

He is coming

The God you worship

Is the devil you hate

Make you suffer in his wake

Drag you to your hollow grave

Fire reigns from the sky

There's no shelter from his wrath

Searing flesh is in the air

No respite till the world is ash

I have seen the Crow

Marking the apocolypse

Blissful blood red

Painted across his lips

Bones protrude from the body

Flying in a murder threatening

With malicious intent

He is coming