Cathedral of Crows Buried deep beneath the flames Broken towers scar the sky Where silent black-winged watchers fly Stone apostles worn away Still kneel where the faithful pray Every candle lights alone Every shadow guards the throne Through these halls no voices cry Only crows beneath the sky Every feather, black as night Hides the ancient, dying light The stained glass drinks the fading sun Yet morning never truly comes Dust remembers every vow Spoken here and broken now Cathedral… Of Crows… Where forgotten kingdoms sleep… Cathedral… Of Crows… Stone remembers… What we keep… Every pew now carved by time Every altar dressed in grime Names erased from ancient walls Still respond when darkness calls Empty thrones of weathered stone Guard a kingdom long unknown Crimson banners rot above Torn from hands that once knew love Ash to ash and stone to stone None shall ever walk alone Every raven knows the way Where forgotten monarchs lay Bells that ring without a hand Still command this cursed land Every echo still remains Bound within these hollow plains Cathedral… Of Crows… Every kingdom… Turns to dust… Cathedral… Of Crows… Every crown… Returns to rust… Cathedral… Of Crows… Still the bells… Call our names… Cathedral… Of Crows… Nothing holy… Now remains…
