Six crows sing, i'm the observer
It's my thing, feeding the murder
They tell me rumors of my fate
Faith in my timeline
The mirror will throw me its hurtful illusion
Why give up everything now
If it isn't a cure for confusion?
Maiden to crone
Cthonic dispatcher
I lived an era alone in a cycle of chronic disaster
Six crows sing, i'm the observer
It's my thing, feeding the murder
Tear up my womb to try my strength
Faith in my ruin
That's what she gives to me
