Crows Gown Lyrics

It's black, as coal
The language of silence
The nothingness, dark as the crow's gown

The feather of the crow falls dumb and quietly down
In the grass you are laying in
It's black as coal

To be afraid and intrigued at the same time
To look at the moon
To catch the beams with your eyes
To protect you against the nothingness The wind plays the song of your innocent soul

Your true self is painted on your face
It's grown pale by the moonlight
The soft vibration of the grass
Will be reflected by your hands
A tear will show happiness and fear
A symbol of their own captivity

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