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A misty veil lies above the fields

Fading light, feelings of doom

The summer is dying, days becoming

Shorter now, flowers are wilt

The trees have lost there leaves

Fading beauties

Chiling wind blows through the

Deserted streets, now and then veiled

People darting through the night

Snow is lashing on my window

It smells like winter, this season i hate

The crows are back-they've returned

Every year the same old story

The crows are back.

Depressions awake

The crows are back

Chiling wind blows through

Black winterday, the sun doesn't reach

The ground, the sun lost it's strength

The ground is frozen, a crow is sitting

In the tree right next to my house

It's croacking aching in my ears

It sounds that it laughs at me

A misty veil lies above the fields

The return of the crows, the winter

Has come, oppressing void

Time of depression, time of distress

Sleepless nights, fear of the dark

Return of the crows

Racking dejection is torturing me

Season of silent sufferings

Far away from better days

Happiness weighed down by worries

Sadness, the world lies low

Return of the crows

They'll bring back the sorrows

Thoughts of suicide

Suffocates the love of life

The crows are back, they've returned...

Chilling wind blows through...

Black winterday...

The return of the crows