BLIZZARD OF CROWS   Sky's turning red They'll come... Over the hills and faraway Landscape is covered with red Clouds spit out death in the bay But no one is still dead A scarlet landslide flood Crows'll come, it's raining blood !   When a crimson dawn born On strange lands of torns Somewhere a rainbow... Ll'be burstin'by the blizzard of crows   Dark creatures of lying Ebony scourge creeping Drowning the world by despair Starving black birds from mass graves They come from night...

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