Wing of a Crow

On the wing of a crow.
I will go.
On black feathers I will ride.
Escaping this dark tide.
Waves lapping over my head.
I pray that I am dead.
Taking to the skies.
From the depths I will rise.
On the wing of a crow.
It knows where to go.
On black feathers I will ride.
Leaving behind all my pride.
Becoming something else.
Gaining a new kind of wealth.
Never turning back.
Nothing shall I lack.
On the wing of a crow.
This is all I know.
Taking to the skies.
From the depths I will rise.
Taking all in stride.
On black feathers I will ride.
The journey will be long.
Forever will I roam.
On the wing of a crow.
I will go.

Goth, gothic metal, dark rock