The Crowman

"Beware the Raven that stands alone, the one that watches and waits,

Beware that unguarded moment, that subtle twist of fate.

It may just be the eyes of the Crow man".

You see a group of dancers in the street

Dressed up to look like chimney sweeps.

But under the feathered hats and ragged clothes

There hides the Crow man.

Faces blackened out so you can't see

The colour of the soul that lies beneath.

Behind the painted masks that hides their faces.

There hides the Crow man.

People gather round to cheer them on

And laughing joins in the dancing throng.

Unaware of the dark side behind it

They don't know what's really going on.

It's part of a ritual from the past

The dance of the Crow Man

Down through the ages down through the years

At springtime the crow man will always appear.

To feed the earth with the blood of the chosen

To ensure life's circle for the following season!

To replenish the earth by the taking of life

In the Crow mans ritual blood sacrifice!

In the crowd he'll see a person all alone

And point with an ancient Runic stone.

The spell is cast and only death awaits them

No one to miss them when they're gone

With no family to mourn or to care

They're now part of the Crow man.