The ravens

Soon the ravens will grow fat,
Finding corpses where they sat.
Soon the dogs will all be stray,
For their masters fade away.
And the children,if they're grown,
Will be seeds of war alone.

Today the fields are green and vast,
But this green peace will not last.
Soon the birds'song will be done,
Drowned out by the booming gun.
This paradise's final hour,
Run,while you still have the power!

Soon the wind will carry death,
And the soil will smell of rot,
Fields lie cold,devoid of breath,
Hunger stakes his bloody spot.

Today the fields are green and vast,
But this green peace will not last.
Soon the birds'song will be done,
Drowned out by the booming gun.
This paradise's final hour,
Run,while you still have the power!

Soon our happiness we'll mourn,
Into suffering we'll be torn.
We'll dig graves for our own kin,
In this nightmare we are in.

Today the fields are green and vast,
But this green peace will not last.
Soon the birds'song will be done,
Drowned out by the booming gun.
This paradise's final hour,
Run,while you still have the power

Dark Folk, sad, reggae, drill song, tragedy,  male