Murder Cries - Snow Ghosts

We wandered through the darkness of the day

To show me where the years have slipped away

It’s idle hands that dig the grave

So give your fingers what they crave

The flowers bloomed as bright as blood

Your feather crown fell in the mud

We said to death, «Well, not today

Bring tomorrow what it may.»

You’ll find me where the crows fly, with my feather crown, brittle and dry

Drinking the tears from their beady eyes, the murder, the murder she cries

Where the crows fly (Murder she cried)

Where the crows fly (Murder she cried)

(To show me where the years)

Where the crows fly (Murder she cried)

(It's idle hands)

Where the crows fly (Murder she cried)

We wandered through the darkness of the day (Where the crows)

To show me where the years have slipped away (Where the crows)

It’s idle hands that dig the grave (Where the crows fly)

So give your fingers what they crave

You’ll find me where the crows fly, with my feather crown, brittle and dry

Drinking the tears from their beady eyes, the murder, the murder she cries

Where the crows fly (Murder she cried)

Where the crows fly (Murder she cried)

Where the crows fly (Murder she cried)

Where the crows fly (Murder she cried)

Where the crows fly (We wandered through the darkness)

Murder she cried

Where the crows fly (To show me where the years)

Murder she cried

Where the crows fly (It's idle hands)

Murder she cried

Where the crows fly (So give your fingers)

Murder she cried