• The smell of rotting flesh attracts them;
    The crows are laughing at us.
    They know we don't have a long road left,
    They sense the darkness engulfing us one by one.
    The crows are laughing at us.
    I feel it now,
    That darkness closing in.
    I won't give up yet they know I'm lost.
    The crows are laughing at me.
    I watch them close in waiting'
    They know I don't have long.
    The crows are coming for me.