Testo: Two Gallants. Fly Low Carrion Crow.

Fly low ye carion crow
seize my body for the dead I owe
drop me high into the depths below
for the things I've seen no one else should know

it's just you and me and my rib-caged brain
we polish the brass and we dust the pain
and we lay down fallow like slaveless chians
and they call us sick as though they're all so sane

so fly low ye carion crow
and seize my body for to free my soul
and drop me high into the depths below
for the things I've seen no one else should know

and what speak you of a love so bold?
and if song could sing, no word could hold
but I warn you now of an end foretold
and a life long waiting for a death below

so fly low ye carion crow
and sieze my body for it lives no more
and drop me high into the depths below
for the things I've seen no one else should know
for the things I've seen no one else should know
for the things I've seen no one else should know