The mountain water running black The black rain fall upon our back From small beginning something grow Become disciple of the crow Skin peels back Black feathers bloom Beneath the flesh Another Blood turns to black as night descend Revealing threads of silken sin We perch and nest on blood soaked wire Above the throng and burning pyre We slit the throat to beat the wing To hear the cawing raven king Skin peels back Black feathers bloom Beneath the flesh Another Limb from limb we peck and claw Beneath the skin we hear the caw Limb from limb we peck and claw Beneath the skin we hear the caw Too proud defilers of the corn You rue the day that you were born Your empire fall and crumble still Your children worm food for our field Skin peels back Black feathers bloom Beneath the flesh Another