Paroles de Stormcrow

Many are its names A tempest squall to blind Borne on vapid wings Moulder of death inclined Herald of disaster Oncoming grief bestowed Exalt triumphant The rise of the Stormcrow No one sheltered from its wrath From paupers to the kings Rancid crest unfurled Stormcrow spreads its wings Spreads it's wings Final hour strikes this flight of dread Extolling doom Precursor to behold ruin To the grave, from the womb When the thunder rages Crowing in the night Yield to its attrition For its might is right Might is right Last frozen dawn on life's plateau Screaming through the driven snow Stormcrow! Stormcrow! Black prophet foreshadows Your intended gloom A knell to chime a solemn stroke Prepare the tomb Murder of Stormcrows Corvus carrion breath Black wings envelop Dark carriage to your death