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The Crows Lament

from CrowLore by The Crows Of Albion

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The Crows Lament

White witch heard my plea -
Come down in her
snow dress Finery.

“Give me voice”, says I,
“For Crow is sick of
Raging at grey sky”

“I wish my song be heard,
tuneful as a
pretty little bird”

“No, No”, say she,
“Never such a thing -
for you are black of heart -
as black of wing”

“I see you on the battlefield,
beak bloody red,
tugging at the entrails
of the dead”

“Oh Carrion crow
you do not own a soul
so I cannot grant your wish
and make you whole”

Witch tears fall like rain
filling the rivers,
nourishing the grain

Under the Albion moon -
while Crow croak out
their hag restricted tune.

Koww Koww Koww
Poor Crow still has no voice -
his words, a witches curse,
never his choice.

crow stand in field
sing crow song
to human ear
sound wrong


crow black of wing
crow black of bone
crow black of heart
crow so alone

I had brother black
but brother black is gone
taken by the winter
hear my sad crow song

“stick man
sack head
rag man
all dead
all dead
under ice
all dead”

summer sun here
banish winter snow
healing of the earth
healing of the crow

scarecrow mock crow
reaper man comes
with sharp blade
stifling crow song

crow know autumn
send mists to veil
return of white witch
and ice locked jail

koww koww koww
koww koww koww

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from CrowLore, released January 1, 2021

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