Through sparrow black wind A dead crow calls out to his wings We were lightning across the whole world We were lightning And the guise to black cats We made a cross when our shadows met And the guise to black cats We made a pact when our shadows passed Through sparrow black wind A dead crow calls out to his wings I'm getting weaker I'm getting thin I hate how obvious I have been I'm getting weaker And I look down and see the whole world And it's fading