Crow me - Amaran

In dark alleys in big swirls

She who dances with the crows

As they nest in her hair

Her halo only grows

She who dances with the crows

Her halo only grows

And she throws me her stars

as she goes along

Her black cape wet and torn

Too dark for the light of day

She sees herself in ivory

As he saw her when he walked away

Pristine in bondage collector of chains

Hurrying out when it rains

To give you her place by the fire

Pristine in bondage she dances no more

Her cape is too heavy

Her feet are too sore