Crows Lyrics

Crows gather
beaks glisten from my own blood

Soulfather
Entranced and cast down by The silent ghost

Soul travel
To walk amoung the dead in high realms

Crow father
Let us stare into the minds eye
His yellow eye

Om
three eyes, unseen, untold
Om
Free me from certain death

Nothing is safe
To feel is the human truth
remain in lackluster
directing in pain
the soul in awe
leave nothing

Nowhere is safe
Volition anchored down
Weary of the world
Impressions of old
wearing out
leave nothing