Only the crowsFly at nightViewing the desolationOnly the crowsCry at night.And the victims of my desecrationMy time is at nightWhen I hear the crows cryAnd you are so afraid my sweetCause you know you shall dieI caress your skinOHH. it's my highA thin-lined patternRed on whiteMy art. my passion and the crows at nightYou twist and tangleFrom my cold steel touch.From a RAZOR!!Only the crows.Fly at night
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