He sees the stormy anger of the world
  And wants no part of it at all
  And as the weeping leaves of Autumn curl
  He feels the savage winter call
  See far below the dust of conflict settles on the hill
  Where there was no escape before
  And as he spreads his wings and soars up to another level
  He brings the icy prophecies of war
    Black crow, black crow, tell me where you really go
  When you fly into the sunset, high in evening sky,
  Black crow, black crow, tell me what you really know
  Will we flourish in this hurricane, or will we fall and die?
    While children lose their souls and so much more
  To ragged armies of the field
  A vicious fanfare cries appeasing hungry savages
  To trigger that their fate is surely sealed
  I wonder if that black crow sleeps as day beckons the night
  Or if he even sleeps at all
  I wonder what he thinks of all the human traffic passing far below
  That's sturggled on the road for so, so long