When The Crows Shadow Falls

At dusk a stillness falls
Defeated warriors seized from life
Shielding the landscape, thy lie
As legions have before them

The crow spirals down
From its tower of dominion
Its eternal quest is the blood of the slain
It sees battles, victories and visions fortold
Its eyes hold the secrets of eternity

Devouring warriors
Seeking spilles blood
The triple figure of war shall arise
A shape of black shadows
And wind blown leaves
It shall sweep its endless domain

Snowflakes soar on the northern wind
Figures transform to crystal and ice
The voice of the future
Cries out across the land

I am the wind that rolls from the sea
I am the darkness that cloaks your soul
I am the whisper that drifts through the trees
I am the fate that compels you all