Crows of Perdition | Southern Gothic Dark Country Music - Dark Country Boy
The night don't sleep it just stares me down
Shadows whisper secrets in this crooked town
I'm a ghost with a name
A sin to be fed
Crows of perdition circle overhead
Crows of perdition circle overhead
The river runs black it won't cleanse my hands
Every life told carves lines in the land
I hear the gallows creak
Calling me to bed
Crows of perdition circle overhead
Crows of perdition circle overhead
No prayers to save me
No rope to climb
I'll burn the map to the edge of time
The wind laughs cold
Like the deal I made
The reckoning comes but the debts won't fade
Crows
Crows of perdition circle overhead
Crows of perdition circle overhead
A night
A night