The Crowsong from Rituals by Raphael and the Thorns

I spend another day
Wishing the red away
But it clings to my skin
As it turns it to grey

I can hear them
I can feel their blight
Descending in
Their cursed flight
I can hear them
I can hear them
Are they screeching
Or are they singing?

I’ve long waited
For these self-destructive
Scars to fade
But they’re etched to me
As much a part of me
As the one who made them

I can hear them
I can feel their blight
Descending in
Their cursed flight
I can hear them
I can hear them
Screeching or singing
I can’t decide
They are coming
Like an omen of death
Pouring soil onto my chest
And thus, I know
They’ve come
To lay me to rest

They’ve come to take me back home

I can hear them
I can feel their blight
Descending in
Their cursed flight
I can hear them
I can hear them
Their endless singing
Wrecks my mind
They are coming
Like an omen of death
Pouring soil onto my chest
And thus, I know
They’ve come
To lay me to rest

And as I lay to sleep
The scars in my skin
Expose the truth
And the turmoil within

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