اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Skin and bones show her strength to me.
Feathers ruffled by the cold.
The only hope she has is nesting.
Giving birth to vengeful children. They're stealing from the crow.
To take away a mothers destiny,
Makes her weak and less aware.
Dreams will not make summer come back again.
The harvest season is upon her.
We're stealing from the crow.
Like the rest I'm stealing from the crow.
Like the best there isn't very much to know.
Just a mockery of her own failing falsity.
Laying down in her endless rest of misery.
She's lying all alone. She's dying all alone.
The clock has stopped, the time is up, there's no need to wait it's already over. The void has been filled with the frenzy of maggots, tasting what's left of her for the sake of nostalgia.
The pack builds a box to nestle her tired bones and then looks away as she forces a tear from her crow featured eyes.
All alone.
I'm stealing from the Crow
I'm stealing from the Crow
I'm stealing from the Crow
I'm stealing from the Crow
