Many are its names

A tempest squall to blind

Borne on vapid wings

Moulder of death inclined

Herald of disaster

Oncoming grief bestowed

Exalt triumphant

The rise of the Stormcrow

No one sheltered from its wrath

From paupers to the kings

Rancid crest unfurled

Stormcrow spreads its wings

Spreads it’s wings

Final hour strikes this flight of dread

Extolling doom

Precursor to behold ruin

To the grave, from the womb

When the thunder rages

Crowing in the night

Yield to its attrition

For its might is right - Might is right!

Last frozen dawn on life’s plateau

Screaming through the driven snow

Black prophet foreshadows

Your intended gloom

A knell to chime a solemn stroke

Prepare the tomb

Murder of Stormcrows

Corvus carrion breath

Black wings envelop

Dark carriage to your death