Looking up to the sky
This foreboding feeling grows
As I see the unkindness of ravens
And hear the murder of crows
Drinking Irresponsibly
From
the
depths
of the
cold
Into
the
dancing
fires of
hell
I
just
can’t
help
feeling
That
this
won’t
end
well
Prey
The
wolves
are on
their
hunt
againI can
hear
them
whine
and
howlThey
are
already
stalking
me I
knowAs
you’ve
told
them
where
to prowl
