The unmoving crow
Sitting in the dark
Letting the wind blow
Eyes aglow like a burning fire
He rises ever higher
Crows gather around him
Eyes filled to the brim
Hate
The unearthly Scarecrow
With stick legs
His scyth begs, for blood
A ****** of crows follows him
Whereever he goes
Never slows
He stalks you
There is nothing you can do
Fiddles is after you.
Here he comes...
Fiddlesticks
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
The unmoving crow
Sitting in the dark
Letting the wind blow
Eyes aglow like a burning fire
He rises ever higher
Crows gather around him
Eyes filled to the brim
Hate
The unearthly Scarecrow
With stick legs
His scyth begs, for blood
A ****** of crows follows him
Whereever he goes
Never slows
He stalks you
There is nothing you can do
Fiddles is after you.
Here he comes...
Fiddlesticks
