Wings flutter by,
A heavy beating in the sky,
An army dressed in coal-black feathers
Searching, preying, from above.
I stare up at the host,
The extensive murder of crows,
Circling round and round my head
'Till I'm so dizzy I daren't look up.
Their cackling fills my ears,
Getting louder, getting louder,
Stabbing deep into my skull,
A piercing pounding in my head.
The crows have come for me:
I am their chosen prey.
I cannot hide, I cannot run,
I am as good as dead.
A sense of doom fills my heart,
My fate is written in the stars,
I have no hope, my cause is lost,
I cannot fight the crows.
They circle closer, flying faster,
Oh! The time has come.
For blood and anguish,
Gore and carnage,
Devour my flesh and bones.
