The Crows That Laugh (Demo)

I walk
I walk through the cold, misty, and old
I walk on this day
As I feel my feet
Cold and freezing
As thee rain starts
To drop and then drip
The rain drips and it drops
Cold still in my thoughts
As I have walked
I walk on through the cold of the puddles
I'm as cold as can be
But I feel as if something is watching me
These dark black figures
Take flight upon the sky's
Like bats upon the nights
As I walk and walk
I hear these figures they talk
A forbidden language
That I outta sought
I hear laughs as I walk
These figures will talk
As they follow me here
They follow me there
I feel as if
There is no escape
From these figures, They wait
They wait on the wires
So high Like the fires
I walk and I walk
These crows?
Continue to talk
As I still seek and sought
To understand this language they had

I tripped on a rock
I sit and I thought
These crows that laugh
What do they want?
They seek no shelter
They seek no leader
What is upon
This cold dark weather
As I regather my thoughts and regather myself
These crows sit and talk
They laugh and they judge
They want me to budge
But oh I shall not
I get to my feet
And continue to weep
Along my cold path
These crowd seem to sweep
Down in my path
They want me to budge
Continued to judge
What to they want?
I do not know

I walk through the rain
Relate to it's pain
Cold and alone
All on its own
I have given the crows
What they desire
But still like a fire
They tear me to peace's
I see the laugh deepen
Into my thoughts
They want me to budge
But no I shall not
These crows that laugh
The crows that laugh
They sit and they judge
They want me to budge
But no I shall not
For I have now seen
This forbidden language
These crows that laugh
The crows that laugh
They sit and they judge
They want me to budge
But no
I shall not