Royal Forest

I am a vulture.
I prey upon those that do not move.
I am a murder of crows.
My cloak is long and it always grows.
My cloak will blot out the sun - swallow the ocean.
I'll come astride that pale horse whose name you know.

Every man's got to pay his pound of flesh.
We all end up in the ground at best. And yeah, I got your letters,
saying you'll pray for me because the sun didn't
come up yesterday and it had something to do with me.

And I'll bury you down by the tree
where you used to sit and pray for me.



Credits
Writer(s): Hendrikus Christoffe Lamprecht, Pieter Swanepoel, Barend Frederick Booysen
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