THE CROW OF DEATH

A crow is the voice of death, it
Echoes through the night.

It preys on the horrifying murders,
It feasts on the evil night.

It preys on the horrifying murders,
It feasts on the evil sight.

Its hunger grows deeper and deeper
With each ending day

The sound of the crows yearning is
Creeping on them...so they say.

They fight the death upon them so
This grueling hour, but the crow knows
Best, he waits and scours.