歌手:Lamb of God
专辑:《New American Gospel》

The dark crow man sits and stares
into the oblivion into cold into nothingness
it's snowing in
his mind.
He's created himself in his own image.
Lust held for him means naught,
a knock on the door
brings no smile to his cruel lips
the welcome in a woman's eyes holds nothing for him.
Alone on his haunches the hair
raises on the back of his neck.
His dead eyes pierce the night.
As his gaze falls down on the city
it fills him the method ascertained, conviction.
He knows what to do and moves to commit the deed.