Upon a lonesome heart sits the pitch black crow
With falling feathers as white as snow
The once white crow cries so softly
As the heart beneath its wings bleeds so gently
The guardian crow turns black and cold
To save a life, its soul has been sold
Cursed to damnation, blood soaks its wings
Becoming erased from the world, deadly extinct
Without a soul, it's a hollow shell
But its strong heart cursed it from Hell
To wander alone as a demented mistake
To all of those, its heart is blank
The pure white crow thinks of the future it can have
The crow chooses the dark, deadly path
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