Alone in darkness you'll hear it speak
Wrinkled wings and a worn out beak
Eyes pure black with a deadly stare
Smell of death in the air
A bird or myth some may claim
Death or fear it's all the same
It spreads its wings and starts to soar
It's presence you can't ignore
Once its near you'll feel the pain
Choice of death they can't explain
A hole dug for the body now
A field of lies is what they plow