The crow, the crow,















Calling me, back to the tree.













The crow, the crow,





Calling me, back to the tree,



Reminding me of the past.













The crow, the crow,





Calling me, back to the tree,



Reminding me of the past,



That was forgotten long ago,


Lost in the blackness of my soul.


The crow, the crow,




Calling me, back to the tree,


Reminding me of the past,


That was forgotten long ago,


Lost in the blackness of my soul,
Enveloping me like the darkness,



The evil that haunts me.




The crow, the crow
Calling me, back to the tree,
Reminding me of the past,
That was forgotten long ago,
Lost in the blackness of my soul,
Enveloping me like the darkness,
The evil that haunts me,
The vengeance that awaits those who wronged me.


The crow, the crow,
Calling me, back to the tree,
Reminding me of the past,
That was forgotten long ago,
Lost in the blackness of my soul,
Enveloping me like the darkness,
The evil that haunts me,
The vengeance that awaits those who wronged me,
To avenge the father I never had,
The brother I had forgotten,
The sister I never knew,
The family they took away.

The crow, the crow,
Calling me back to the tree,
Blood on my hands,
The deed done,
Clattering of hooves on the street,
Stumbling around in the dark,
Smashing out the back door,
Swirling snow biting at my face,
Running, running,
Legs freezing in the snow.

The crow, the crow,
Calling me back to the tree,
Where I now sit all alone,
With no one but this pesky crow,
My final hours ticking by,
I learned my lesson far too late,
I shouldn’t have spent my life in hate.

The crow, the crow,
Calling me back to the tree,
A burning passion blind with vengeance,
Secrets buried deep with snow,
That nobody will ever know,
Evils hidden long forgotten,
Wrongs that should be righted.