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
 [bad word] 
One day that bird, he spoke to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles
 [bad word] [bad word] join the [bad word] fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human [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
 [bad word] 
On that day that he lied to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles
 [bad word] [bad word] join the [bad word] fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human [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
 [bad word] 
All I can hear is what he spoke to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles
 [bad word] [bad word] join the [bad word] fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human [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

[Guitar Interlude]

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
 [bad word] 
The crow no longer sings to me
Like Martin Luther
Or Pericles
 [bad word] [bad word] join the [bad word] fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human [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 [bad word] fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human [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