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A shadow keeps on circling

Above my head so low

O death I see you coming

Fuck you no I’m never yours

The sound of shrieking

I hear it drawing up close

Every time the prey eludes you

Oh hell I’m never yours

Black Crow, picking on my bones

Spread your wings on dead November fields

Black Crow, won’t you fly home,

Tell my darling dear

I’ll marry another and I will, I’ll embrace this cold grey steel

Black Crow, picking on my bones

Spread your wings on dead November fields

So long the end is coming

My hands are stained blood red

My corpse wastes away now

To another I am wed

Death calls on everyone here

Upon this fated battlefield

This time I won’t elude you

Oh hell, I‘m not yours

Black crow, my soul, I am yours

Black crow, black crow