my soul to take part II

as the snow settles upon this city
and the crows circle looking for a meal
as i look upon this desolate feel
i hear the crows talk, their oh so witty

they mock me from afar, far, far above
they whisper through windows late, late at night
they whisper in shadows full, full of spite
they mock the oh so empty, empty land

as dusk turns to night, the moon fails to rise
so dark, so cold, such a pitiless sight
to hold not but a crows feather and plight
what hope when one lives in the land of flies?

so silent the night, will i ever wake?
or will this be the end, my soul to take