Текст песни King of Crows - Surgyn

Arise!
Fall!

Watch how fast time runs
Our lives are so fickle
Done as soon as begun
Dying little by little

King of crows
Don your crown of feathers

We are the wasted ones
Bitter broken brittle
Too many passing sons
Suicide little by little

Spread your weary wings
Another useless day begins
Slumber only brings
Another dream of bitter things

We watch you fade away
Another victim
Of what could have been