Fly with me, fly with me,
Crow of dusk, set me free...
My feet are bare, the ground is warm,
I chant the wind, I ride the storm.
Feathers fall from open skies,
You hear my truth in lullabies.
Crow, crow — don’t lie to me,
Your wings hold prophecy.
Fly, fly — eternally,
Over fire, under sea.
I stitched your name in burning leaves,
You haunt my heart like summer thieves.
Dance with me on sacred sand,
No one here will understand.
Crow, crow — don’t lie to me,
Your wings hold prophecy.
Fly, fly — eternally,
Over fire, under sea.
Smoke curls up like a spiral snake,
This love I give — you cannot fake.
In every drum, I feel your touch,
The spell is cast — it’s all too much...
Crow, crow — don’t lie to me,
Your wings hold prophecy.
Fly, fly — eternally,
Over fire, under sea.
Crow, crow — don’t lie to me...
Fly, fly... endlessly...
Crow Chant. Fly with Me
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