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Dead, my soul is dead

My greatest hopes are fading away

The night is coming down

I see the candle coming to its...

...End. I'm soughing in darkness

My life's to be restless

I lit the fire

The burning flame did the rest

I am a son of a crow who flies away

I'm the wind who blows torrents of hates

I'm a man of sorrow, the one who created

The pain that I saw… too late

Lost, I have lost

Mother so long ago

Since this new moon tragedy

This memory that I flee

Ghost ! I'm nothing but

A ghost whispering

'bout what I've lost

Feelings/heart/life/sights are frost

I am a son of a crow who flies away

I'm the wind who blow torrent of hates

I'm a man of sorrow, the one who created

The pain that I saw… too late

I got away from the nest too young

House burnt by hatred so long ago

I lost what I used to belong

My black feather turned to a pen

I used to draw hate and pain

I'm sorry for what I've done

(for what I'll do)

In vain…

I was a son of a crow who flew away

Burnt by the first blow of wind, of hate

It's not my fault you wrote my fate

Time to harvest and feel my hate

Call me The Crow…