Crows Fly Black - Tarot

Screaming in flames, down from the sky

That’s how he comes in my dream

Trail of tortured souls, a black boiling wake

A ghost ridden string with a bone-aching hum

And the crows fly black

Now the crows fly black

When the crows fly black

Only crows fly black

Breathing the fumes of cities ablaze

A god descends crushing us all

Walks on the hills emptied of life

Veiled by ashes and snow the hills are blind

And the crows fly black

Now the crows fly black

When the crows fly black

Only crows fly black

The Earth and sky as one in countless pieces

Time stands still, frozen in the flow

In the dust the faces of the fallen

They’re erased in the fall of snow

Fly forevermore

Hell was here, now no more

End of war

Come to the feast of war

And the crows fly black

Now the crows fly black

When the crows fly black

Only crows fly black