Swarm of ravens Beneath sardonic skies Carry the tunes Of the jaded flute Pale is his face Lifeless his eyes Slow are his steps Marching through town Deafening silence Pierced by the call of his song Women weep in tears Men fall to their knees Sweep through the air Ring through the ears of the crowd Sombre man in rags They dance in the streets To the rhythm of sorrow And the only sound Is the whispering of their tears In silence they follow Craving for d**h They die in delight Beneath sardonic skies