The Murder

A band of cruel beasts are we
No remorse for devouring the weak
Countless murders and thievings, we’ve never been beat
Fear is not a factor, it’s a tool that we use for defeat

We fly as one
Like a dark cloud blotting out the sun
Death and destruction in tow
My brothers, the darkest murder of crows

Our tongues desire flesh and blood
Our bodies crave the innocent ones
No mercy, we’re all depraved
Stubborn and cold, ready to greet our graves

We fly as one
Like a dark cloud blotting out the sun
Death and destruction in tow
My brothers, the darkest murder of crows
My brothers, the darkest murder of crows