Only the crows

Fly at night

Viewing the desolation

Only the crows

Cry at night.

And the victims of my desecration



My time is at night

When I hear the crows cry



And you are so afraid my sweet

Cause you know you shall die

I caress your skin

OHH. it's my high



A thin-lined pattern

Red on white

My art. my passion and the crows at night

You twist and tangle

From my cold steel touch.

From a RAZOR!!



Only the crows.

Fly at night