Over lines by the ways o' man
Stalk the birdie biker clan
Where the rooks and the hoodies fed
On a feast of MacAdam's dead
He's a speaker o' tongues
He's a dweller o' the lums
And down Broomielaw on high
You can hear Crowfeathers fly
Chorus...
Crowfeathers, Crowfeathers
Over street and glen we fly
Crowfeathers, Crowfeathers
"Steal the sheep's back" Corbies cry
Catch the twinkle in their eye
Leer at lonely passers by
Fix you with a Raven's glare
It's how they catch you unaware
On a pine top bide the throng
Swear at every breaking dawn
And by the Naver and the Clyde
Sing aloud their battle cry.
Chorus...
On a Cuillen crag alight
Crow black feathers cry delight
Or a rone's a place to go
A million people crawl below
Stabbing midden heaps for gold
As crowfeathers did of old
And where the iron bridges span
Ride the Kye and haunt the lamb
Chorus...
Stalk the birdie biker clan
Where the rooks and the hoodies fed
On a feast of MacAdam's dead
He's a speaker o' tongues
He's a dweller o' the lums
And down Broomielaw on high
You can hear Crowfeathers fly
Chorus...
Crowfeathers, Crowfeathers
Over street and glen we fly
Crowfeathers, Crowfeathers
"Steal the sheep's back" Corbies cry
Catch the twinkle in their eye
Leer at lonely passers by
Fix you with a Raven's glare
It's how they catch you unaware
On a pine top bide the throng
Swear at every breaking dawn
And by the Naver and the Clyde
Sing aloud their battle cry.
Chorus...
On a Cuillen crag alight
Crow black feathers cry delight
Or a rone's a place to go
A million people crawl below
Stabbing midden heaps for gold
As crowfeathers did of old
And where the iron bridges span
Ride the Kye and haunt the lamb
Chorus...
I saw a raven, plumage pale
I saw him drink the blood of the gael
Above Clach Mor the gulls will wail
Tonight the prophet gets paid
Uig's stone so high and wide
Odin's birds got it in it's sight
In Scaristavore they'll weep tonight
Tonight the prophet gets paid
And he who dances shall see him
And they that lie will deceive him
For there are those that cannot see him
Tonight the prophet gets paid
At Channory they scream advance
The Dove, the Crow they circle in the dance
Tasg spirits hold them in a trance
Tonight the prophet gets paid
The Libran moon it waxed and waned
Darkness felt the sting of black rain
A thousand dreams couldn't mask the pain
The night the prophet got paid
I saw a raven, plumage pale
I saw him drink the blood of the gael
Above Clach Mor the gulls will wail
Tonight the prophet gets paid
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