The Crow

To my grave
I carry
The truth about
What you did
To those
Who loved me more than
Their own life
I carry
The truth about
What you did
To those
Whom I loved

I will rise
To end your life

You are fucking dead
Now that I’m alive again
No rest for any of you fucks
My crow will end your luck

I will rise
To end your life
No matter where you are
You’re targets to my knives

I woke up from my tomb
To end your fucking nonsense
I cannot die, you will beg for mercy
Your pitiful guns can’t harm me