There's a blackbird perched outside my window

I hear him calling

I hear him sing

He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers

He sees all my sins

He reads my soul

One day that bird, he spoke to me

Like Martin Luther

Like Pericles [bad word] join the murder [bad word] fly with black

We'll give you freedom

From the human track [bad word] join the murder

Soar on my wings

You'll touch the hand of God

And He'll make you king

And He'll make you king

On a blanket made of woven shadows

Flew up to heaven

On a raven's glide

These angels have turned my wings to wax now

I fell like Judas from grace tonight

On that day that he lied to me

Like Martin Luther

Like Pericles [bad word] join the murder [bad word] fly with black

We'll give you freedom

From the human track [bad word] join the murder

Soar on my wings

You'll touch the hand of God

And He'll make you king

And He'll make you king

I walk among the children of my fathers

The broken wings, betrayal's cost

They call to me but never touch my heart, no

I am too far

I'm too lost

All I can hear is what he spoke to me

Like Martin Luther

Like Pericles [bad word] join the murder [bad word] fly with black

We'll give you freedom

From the human track [bad word] join the murder

Soar on my wings

You'll touch the hand of God

And He'll make you king

And He'll make you king

So now I curse that raven's fire

You made me hate, you made me burn

He laughed aloud as he flew from Eden

You always knew, you never learn

The crow no longer sings to me

Like Martin Luther

Or Pericles [bad word] join the murder [bad word] fly with black

We'll give you freedom

From the human track [bad word] join the murder

Soar on my wings

You'll touch the hand of God

And He'll make you king

And He'll make you king [bad word] join the murder [bad word] fly with black

We'll give you freedom

From the human track [bad word] join the murder

Soar on my wings

You'll touch the hand of God

And He'll make you king

And He'll make you king