Here Come the Crows -

We have sown the bones in the blood-soaked soil

Might we have known what harvest moons would show

The hero drawn and torn

The savior scorned

And the beating of the wings

There go there go the doves

And the beating drum

Here come the crows

Black as Stone

(Here they come, Here they come)

When we wager souls on the wayward shores

Might we have known what the tides would hold

But some feeble word just can’t leave your throat

And the beating of the wings

There go there go the doves

And the beating drum

Here come the crows

Black as Stone

(Here they come, Here they come)

And the beating of The Wings

There go there go the doves

And the beating drum

Here come the crows

Might we have known