Disciples of the Crow - Shadow Witch

The mountain water running black

The black rain fall upon our back

From small beginning something grow

Become disciple of the crow

Skin peels back

Black feathers bloom

Beneath the flesh

Another

Blood turns to black as night descend

Revealing threads of silken sin

We perch and nest on blood soaked wire

Above the throng and burning pyre

We slit the throat to beat the wing

To hear the cawing raven king

Skin peels back

Black feathers bloom

Beneath the flesh

Another

Limb from limb we peck and claw

Beneath the skin we hear the caw

Too proud defilers of the corn

You rue the day that you were born

Your empire fall and crumble still

Your children worm food for our field

Skin peels back

Black feathers bloom

Beneath the flesh

Another