Council of Crows
I see your lantern
Off in the distance
I hear your breath
I feel your pulse

Your death is near
Your sins cling to your soaked clothes
Your death is near
The Council Of Crows
Feasts

I see your lantern
Off in the distance
I hear your breath
I feel your pulse

Your death is near
Your sins cling to your soaked clothes
Your death is near
The Council Of Crows