Из альбома: The Pulse Of Decay
Only the crows
Fly at night
Viewing the desolation
Only the crows
Cry at night
And the victims of my desecration
My time is at night
When I hear the crows cry
And you are so afraid my sweet
Cause you know you shall die
I caress your skin
OHH it's my high
A thin-lined pattern
Red on white
My art my passion and the crows at night
You twist and tangle
From my cold steel touch
From a RAZOR!!
Only the crows
Fly at night