He revolves the world but is it really his? He has no part of it when it is shattered when it has gone wrong But when there is food he's happy to come and take what he pleases without any fuss or second thought I'm sure there is heart somewhere in you crow But you'll fly away before i ever know what you really are What are you crow? A killer with ravenous intent But surely there are birds bigger than you Are you the trickster who hides the eggs? But there are winged wonders more devious than you! Your nothing but yourself not death itself Death is dead don't you know It exists only for a second, in the minds of the weak And Crow, so do you!