Текст песни Edgar Allan Poets - Crow Girl

I`m sick of feeling
All this empty space around
Echoes of a gentle memory
Make no sound
A merciless wind is knocking
At my door
As a fetus I lay naked
On the floor
All her black feathers are falling

No more time to follow
Think of all my sorrow
Take it all please
Take it all away

Cuts you made of my soul
Don’t weep no more
Drops of wet pulse on my temples
To the core
And your scent is poison

No more time to follow
Think of all my sorrow
Take it all please
Take it all away