So high above I don’t dare look below
My world was a world of defeat
I had a family, a son and a wife
Taken too soon from this land of thieves

Came home to find my nest in shambles
I followed their blood down that dark oak tree
Their bodies lay there on the cold dead leaves
Black feathers surrounded the scene..

I made a vow to never rest til their deaths had been avenged
I let the hate of their deeds consume my mind
Blinded by furious anger my rage overflowed
As i set off in search of the darkest murder of crows

All I had was lost
Now all I have is hate