Lyrics Disciples of the Crow - Shadow Witch

Disciples of the Crow

The mountain water running black
The black rain fall upon our back
From small beginning something grow
Become disciple of the crow
Skin peels back
Black feathers bloom
Beneath the flesh
Another
Blood turns to black as night descend
Revealing threads of silken sin
We perch and nest on blood soaked wire
Above the throng and burning pyre
We slit the throat to beat the wing
To hear the cawing raven king
Skin peels back
Black feathers bloom
Beneath the flesh
Another
Limb from limb we peck and claw
Beneath the skin we hear the caw
Too proud defilers of the corn
You rue the day that you were born
Your empire fall and crumble still
Your children worm food for our field
Skin peels back
Black feathers bloom
Beneath the flesh
Another