Curse of the Voiceless – Call of the Spearow
The Call of the Spearow
Is filled with sorrow
It speaks of its thoughts
That there is no tomorrow
It makes its home at the
Top of the gallows
The path that you walk
It continues to narrow
The raven knows that you deserve this
All your sins are paid for – no more excuses
Hang there dying; no one’s crying
The time has come for you to heed
The Call of the Spearow
You wake from your slumber
As you start to wander
See its narrowed eyes
At the crack of thunder
Soaring towards you
With vengeance, ponders
Its drilling peck will
Send you under
The raven knows that you deserve this
All your sins are paid for – no more excuses
Hang there dying; no one’s crying
The time has come for you to heed
The Call of the Spearow
Spearow’s voice calls out
Through your homeland
Your hope of a savior
Is sinking like quicksand
Don’t look back
You’ll be sure to regret it
The gust from its wings
Will destroy all your senses
The raven knows that you deserve this
All your sins are paid for – no more excuses
Hang there dying; no one’s crying
The time has come for you to heed
The Call of the Spearow
