The crow sings of what was and shall be The crow sings of fear and fright Come! To my side, gather now children Its fearful call shan't touch your blessed ears behind this wall Come! Partake of your lessons. Imbibe of wisdom divine Seek supernatural sanctuary within these sacred speakings
The ****** prowls, crowding at the door (They call for sacrifice. Who? Is the Snake worthy?) Come! Summer thunderstorm, mask the screams of the Snake (Where is the Priest? Shall he not bear witness?) A shriek punctures the eve as warm rain washes the blood of their hands
The vulture sings of what was and shall be The vulture sings of hunger and madness Come! Fall nay into despair, my innocent few Bare not its beady eyed gaze but yet bury your sight in me To the other side I'll gently lead, hand in hand If only your humble servant I may be
The door shudders violently. The committee calls for blood (His Word is empty. We are beset and the cycle begins anew.) Come! Winter snowstorm, hide those tracks of the audacious few (Where is the Priest? His hollow words won't save him) A knife in the back. The door slams shut and stills.