The Black Crow

Through sparrow black wind

A dead crow calls out to his wing

We were lightning across the whole world

We were lightning

We were lightning

We were lightning

And the guise to black cats we made a cross when our shadows met

And the guise to black cats we made a pact when our shadows passed

Through sparrow black wind

A dead crow calls out to its wings

I'm getting weaker I'm getting thin

I hate how obvious I have been

I'm getting weaker

I'm getting weaker

I'm getting weaker

I'm getting weaker

And I look down and see the whole world

And it's fading(repeat)