There's a Crow on the Barrow Lyrics

There's a crow on the barrow
saddest of figures in grey.
Guardian of the roytal grave
ancient leyends say.
There's a moan from the upon hill
clad in a silvery light.
Dweller of a forgotten tomb.
Dormant heathen might.

Croaking at the autumn sky.
An accolade in the wind
carried to the ones up high.

There's a crow on the barrow.
Silently spying into the dark.
There's a crow on the barrow.
Secretly scowling into the black autumn night.

There's a present calmness so dense
a bower of eternal peace.
Vague shadows in reverence
like breezes throught the tress.
Echoes of the ceremony.
Flashes of silver and gold.
Offerings of beast and slaves
while odes and legends told.

Croaking at the autumn sky.
An accolade in the wind
carried to the ones up high.

There's a crow on the barrow.
Silently spying into the dark.
There's a crow on the barrow.
Secretly scowling into the black autumn night.
(x2)