Praying to the Crows

Roaming the cemetery
while a soft rain touches my skin...
Searching the readhead girl
who appears among the graves.

The fairies has betrayed me
... new solution to be found...
praying to the crows and the souls
of those who aren't more allowed.

Whistling your song: Black Wings, everywhere...
Asking to your hollows:
"What should I do?
What should I tell?"

Hanging arround the tombs
the red colour smiles in the way
but it's not for me her face...
"Oh, Crows! I'll be praying to you... again"

"Oh, please... Crows... answer me...
isn't she going to be my fate?"