Crow (n) S - Wolves Scream

Kings raised in glory until they sink in praise

Hidden by words, lost in their lies

Kings raised by goldhands, they will fall in disgrace

We will sow fear in your eyes

Centuries gone, dominated by crowns

Innocents' blood flows on your hands

We claim vengeance for your crimes

Your power has left you blind

Asleep on your throne, forever alone

Even with your gold forever alone

You fear to lose your precious kingdom

While we are only looking for our freedom

Centuries gone, fields invaded by crows

Last call to arms on no man’s land

We seek for our stolen rights

A new hope is coming to light

You may burn our houses but you won’t bury our souls

You’d better drop the weapons

Cause we’ll never give up

You are asleep on your throne, forever alone

Even with your gold forever alone

Our blood flows to the stones with courage

But you, you will be the only ones

Who die with the black hands

You die with the black hands

No one will cry on your grave and we don’t give a fuck