The Crow Sings

In the shadow of the moon, when the city sleeps A crow is perched, where the darkness creeps With feathers black as coal, and eyes of piercing gray He sings a song of sorrow, of a souls decay The Crow sings tonight, with haunting cries Screaming out his pain under starless skies A melody of gloom, A lonesome tune Echoes through the streets, beneath the moon Through the fading lights and the broken dreams The crow flies high, above the city's screams He's seen the glory and folly of the human race In his condemning chorus, there's no hiding place The Crow sings tonight, with haunting cries Screaming out your pain under starless skies A melody of gloom, A lonesome tune Echoes through the streets, beneath the moon In the alleyways and the forgotten lanes The crow finds solace in the pouring rains His wings are tattered, his soul worn thin But still, he sings of the world's darkest sin The Crow sings tonight, with haunting cries Screaming out your pain under starless skies A melody of gloom, A lonesome tune Echoes through the streets, beneath the moon The Crow sings on, in the dead of night A symphony of anguish, on his nocturnal flight For in his mournful song, a truth is stirred That in this world, even crows can be heard