Walking through the cemetery
Trees move their leaves
I hear nothing but the crows cry

The crow's cry is cutting through my skin
Raging through my veins, like a river of hate
Icebergs float in my blood course

I never feel cold.

As I look at the dark gray horizon
I shiver with fear
Where there were once doves
There are now crows
The fire of hell burns everywhere

There is no escape.