
Date of issue: 07.07.2013
Song language: English
Murder Cries |
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 |