Cry For All That Is Lost
While a black of crows
Hide in a storm of beds
A book that brings the curse of death
To all who look upon it
While life is at rest
Composed from the shadows
The blackness is numb
Your days are numbered as you chant this song
The crows await a filthy feast as you work out the riddle of this verse to complete
A book of darkness
A book of truths
A moment where life could or maybe should
The key is silver
The lock is black
Let life go
So death can give back
Hide in a storm of beds
A book that brings the curse of death
To all who look upon it
While life is at rest
Composed from the shadows
The blackness is numb
Your days are numbered as you chant this song
The crows await a filthy feast as you work out the riddle of this verse to complete
A book of darkness
A book of truths
A moment where life could or maybe should
The key is silver
The lock is black
Let life go
So death can give back
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Writer(s): David Jackson
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