Harbinger of Death
Adrian Riemenschneider, Jan Bänder
In the blackened forest
The sun did never shine
And the land itself
Became an ancient shrine
It watches you by night
And when you hear its cries
A loved one will have died
Taken to the skies
Harbinger of death
Of death
And near the river
Washing bloody cloth
Waiting for the next soul
To be lost
It watches you by night
And when you see its eyes
The pain will hold you tight
You'll be taken to the skies
