Echo of the Black Crow (Metal) - HotPotMusic

Echo of the Black Crow (Metal) - HotPotMusic

[Verse 1]
From the edge of time, where shadows grow,
There flies the black crow, wings of woe.
Its cry is a whisper of ancient pain,
A tale of the lost, the forgotten reign.

In the twilight's grip, it circles high,
A sentinel beneath a bleeding sky.
Once a symbol, a kingdom’s might,
Now a ghost of war, cursed by night.

[Chorus]
Oh crow, keeper of sorrow,
Your wings beat with the weight of tomorrow.
Through the echoes of battles long past,
Your shadow will forever cast.

[Chorus]
Fly crow, through the winds of despair,
Carrying the ashes of dreams in the air.
Cry for the fallen, the nameless, the brave,
Their memories bound in the life you gave.

Fly, black crow, on your endless flight,
Through storms of darkness, chasing light.
You are the voice of a fractured land,
A lone survivor of fate’s cruel hand.

[Verse 2]
The battlefield silent, the soil turned red,
The crow witnessed kingdoms of the dead.
It watched the rise, it saw the fall,
Every scream etched into its call.

In the eyes of the crow, the ages gleam,
Fragments of glory, lost in a dream.
It weaves through the ruins, the bones, the dust,
A herald of the broken, the steel turned to rust.

[Chorus]
Oh crow, harbinger of grief,
Your cry cuts the air, sharp and brief.
Through the mists of the past, you soar,
A shadow of a world no more.

[Chorus]
Fly crow, through the winds of despair,
Carrying the ashes of dreams in the air.
Cry for the fallen, the nameless, the brave,
Their memories bound in the life you gave.

Fly crow, on your endless flight,
Through storms of darkness, chasing light.
You are the voice of a fractured land,
A lone survivor of fate’s cruel hand.

Through the trees, through the night,
Guided by the faintest light.
A legacy torn, a truth untold,
The crow sings for the brave and bold.

Its call is a hymn, its flight a prayer,
For those who lived and perished there.
In its wings, the past takes form,
A raging fire, a gathering storm.

[Chorus]
Fly, black crow, through the winds of despair,
Carrying the ashes of dreams in the air.
Cry for the fallen, the nameless, the brave,
Their memories bound in the life you gave.

Fly, black crow, on your endless flight,
Through storms of darkness, chasing light.
You are the voice of a fractured land,
A lone survivor of fate’s cruel hand.

Oh, black crow, in the fading sky,
Your song will remain though kingdoms die.
Through the ages, your shadow will roam,
A restless spirit, forever alone.