And as the flock of crows decend upon the fields that bide us well
that provided us with the grain of knowlegde to lay the seed of truth to grow
the blackened swarm becomes showing the futility of our pride and of our ways
the crow is the locust to eat away our chance to be free of the sway of illusion
For the hour is nigh upon us lot that the shadow decends gracefully
and in its path devours the whole of humanity in one swift swoop
For to stand our guard lies nothing but the legion of the red numbered 131
I saw above the line of horizon the transpiring storm
but of the red the children not of man that dig deep their roots in the earth
and find stability and balance and gain stance scare the shadow not in vain
for once the crow sees the red and realizes the order is knowing
the crow will not plaugue our claimed field
the sheep shall graze whilst above the calmness of their tranquil pond
the storm shows it's fury
(BUT)
It's image stands before the red as a warning
It's shadow befalls... DEATH
The one to warn the blackened flock that this place is not for them
Arms thrust out in defiance... smiling wicked
Beware the creation of man
So deep the betrayal of the dark gods
It's image stands before the red as a warning
It's shadow befalls... DEATH
Arms thrust out in defiance... smiling wicked
So peaceful were the fields before the breaking of the earth, the crumbling tomorrow
So calm were the waters of our ignorant pool the storm was always above
So ravaged are our lands by the forces beyond brought to our soil
No longer does our place exist split by the flesh of revelation
And time will show the breaking of man
And of the spies that show intent to all with the eyes that do not see as mortal
the creation stands alone smiling it's knowing smile... beware...
beware
