Farewell, the spires tall and strong
Farewell, farewell to thee
For Saradush cannot last long
Besieged by this army
Chorus: I see a feeding ground for crows
Which fills the taint with glee
But now I sing in mourning for
Those dead because of me
O what is death but ending breath
In bed or bloody plain
I curse the name yet all the same
I kill and wound and maim
I see a feeding ground for crows
Which fills the taint with glee
But now I sing in mourning for
Those dead because of me
And if we'd moved with greater speed
Through that temple cursed
We might've stopped this brutal deed
And spared this town the worst
I see a feeding ground for crows
Which fills the taint with glee
But now I sing in mourning for
Those dead because of me
Yet too, we might have all been slain
By one among the Five
Perhaps 'tis through mere slothfulness
That we are still alive
I see a feeding ground for crows
Which fills the taint with glee
But now I sing in mourning for
Those dead because of me
I fear that I shall never know
And this, it haunts me still
That if we hadn't been so slow
The town, it might stand still