Feathers of the Crow

I have seen the face of anger
It came on black wings
Feathers of crow
And the warrior of wounded

I heard the whisper
Resuscitation unto me
I live for my vengeance

To slay the guilty
And bring my sweet crimson justice
By the gun I am born again
And so shall the blood of my enemies

I hunt the killers of innocent
Which slaughtered my soul
And raped my beloved
My victims are already dead

And I see with the crow's eye
And strike with a broken lovers hand
I have what I want
And now I take my leave