Seeing Crows In Silver - Dim Mak

I’m Seeing Crows In Silver

Feathers Reflecting The Sun

They Have A Brilliant Murder

I’m Seeing Crows In Silver

Their Eyes Of Titanium

Their Gaze Is Sickening

They Radiate, Iniquity

I’m Seeing Crows In Silver

The Blinding Visions Of Death

They Have a Horrid Purpose

I’m Seeing Crows In Silver

Corrupting Pure Solar Rays

They Leave The Spectrum Poisoned

Shimmering, Twisting Things

The Haunting Scenes

The Sick Disease Sick Memories

The Days Blasphemed

The Silver Fields Of Butchery

The Sun In Dreams

The Incandescent Infamy

The Light Obscene

The Bright Electric Savagery

In Fields They Guild With Silver

In Their Insidious Way

They’re Beacons Leading Me

In Fields They Guild With Silver

There’s Carnage Off Of The Path

Bleeding And Glistening

Violent, Complicity