Paroles de The Murder

A band of cruel beasts are we No remorse for devouring the weak Countless murders and thievings, we've never been beat Fear is not a factor, it's a tool that we use for defeat We fly as one Like a dark cloud blotting out the sun Death and destruction in tow My brothers, the darkest murder of crows Our tongues desire flesh and blood Our bodies crave the innocent ones No mercy, we're all depraved Stubborn and cold, ready to greet our graves We fly as one Like a dark cloud blotting out the sun Death and destruction in tow My brothers, the darkest murder of crows My brothers, the darkest murder of crows