[Verse 1 – deliberate, every word a step closer] A murder hangs above the yard, black wings on blacker sky, They wheel once, twice, then settle down and never blink an eye. They do not wait for steel to sing, they do not wait for dawn— They already know whose flesh is theirs before the night is gone. [Verse 2 – cold, unhurried, pinning the enemy where he stands] You meant to crawl away in shadow, coward through and through, But the oath I swore has taken root and dragged you into view. Your feet will walk though terror screams, your hand will draw though fear— There is no hole deep enough, no night dark enough; the road ends here. [Chorus – slow, hollow, inevitable] The crows call for you… The crows call for you… Their voices are the only choir you’ll ever have. No stone, no name, no tear, no grave— only black wings waiting on the wind when the last of your borrowed time caves in. [Verse 3 – voice like a blade sliding free] Draw your steel, unholy thing, beneath the murder’s stare, Let moonlight find the tremor in the hand that isn’t brave. I am the Thornwood’s reckoning, root and oath and storm combined— And every step you take toward me is one you leave behind. [Verse 4 – quieter, final, almost gentle] When the first crow lands upon your corpse, it will not be surprised; it watched you sell your soul for power, then watched the power die. You’ll fall alone, unmourned, forgotten, just a meal beneath the sky— And the wind that scatters even your dust will not remember why. [Final Chorus – low, rising to a single, unshakable note] The crows call for you… The crows call for you… Their hunger is the only promise you were ever owed. No friend to close your eyes, no voice to speak your name— only the murder and the coming dark and the silence when the last crow flies.
