3 Black Crows - Blackmore's Night

3 black crows were sitting on a fence

Watching the world pass them by Laughing at humanity and its pretense

Wondering where next to fly…

Like the winds of a hurricaine

And they spread their wings as if to declare

«Onward, let freedom ring!»

3 black crows are sitting in a tree

Looking down on mankind

Loving how it feels to be so free

Leaving us far behind…