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Crow speaks of a miserable future

Premonitions of murder

Vision obscured in this tunnel

Pouring venom to funnel

I could drink blood

Then die in this mud again

Barely a mention of horror

Forward clock, detonator

When in your comatose slumber

Invasion, disruptor

I could drink blood

Then die in this mud again

No calm before the storm

No call for alarm

You pass a branch

I weld the snake

With hiss and fang, I take and take .

I could drink blood

Then die in this mud again

I could drink blood

Die in this mud

Never to love

And it feels good

I could drink blood

Die in this mud

Never to love

I could drink blood