Where the black winds roar
All the way up to the shore
Forevermore
That's where I last saw her heart
On the night we had to part
Under bloodred skies
Where the black crow softly flies
Someone cries
As she crucified my mind
I let these shadows come alive
When they're setting fire
Throwing hearts onto the pyre
I get higher
You can see me toss and turn
I want to burn
I'll run to you
As soon as black has turned to blue
For it's true
With my back against the wall
I might just fall
Where she's gone? No one knows...
I think she's gone with the crows
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