He woke me from my eternal slumber
to teach me how to fly
he showed me what I had to do
and then he showed me why
My heart burned with rage and fury
and then I began to cry
my face clinched
my hands shook
my stomach turned
pure Anger
blind emotion
Your sins have brought me here
you.....New claim of Hell
To this roof top where I watch you
waiting for the right time
to cast my memories upon you
make you suffer one last time
You will feel it all...every ounce of pain you delivered
as you draw your last breath
For the Crow has chosen you
I follow him to your death
I am his slave
I am his partner
He is my power
He is my soul
I owe him this
My Crow
When I finish you
I will be free
My task will be complete
The Crow will deliver me
back to my eternal sleep
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