The Murder - Shawn James & The Shapeshifters

A band of cruel beasts are we

No remorse for devouring the weak

Countless murders and thievings, we’ve never been beat

Fear is not a factor, it’s a tool that we use for defeat

We fly as one

Like a dark cloud blotting out the sun

Death and destruction in tow

My brothers, the darkest murder of crows

Our tongues desire flesh and blood

Our bodies crave the innocent ones

No mercy, we’re all depraved

Stubborn and cold, ready to greet our graves

We fly as one

Like a dark cloud blotting out the sun

Death and destruction in tow

My brothers, the darkest murder of crows

My brothers, the darkest murder of crows