we wandered through the darkness of the day to show me where the years have slipped away it s idle hands that dig the grave so give your fingers what they crave the flowers bloomed as bright as blood your feather crown fell in the mud we said to death well not today bring tomorrow what it may youll find me where the crows fly with my feather crown brittle and dry drinking the tears from their beady eyes the murder the murder she cries where the crows fly where the crows fly where the crows fly where the crows fly we wandered through the darkness of the day to show me where the years have slipped away its idle hands that dig the grave so give your fingers what they crave youll find me where the crows fly with my feather crown brittle and dry drinking the tears from their beady eyes the murder the murder she cries where the crows fly where the crows fly where the crows fly where the crows fly  where the crows fly murder she cried where the crows fly murder she cried where the crows fly murder she cried where the crows fly murder she cried