CROWS DAWN (SCHOOL EDITION, MARKED: A)

CROWS WILL FLY BENEATH A BLOOD-RED SKY,

THE GROUNDS WILL RUMBLE AT THE THUNDER OF THE DRUMS,

MEN WILL FALL AT THE FIREARMS ROAR,

AS ONE MAN CRIES, ANOTHER DIES…

 

BETRAYALS WILL BE PLAYED,

PRISONERS WILL BE TAKEN, AT A RAPID PACE,

THERE WILL BE NO WINNERS AND LOSERS…

 

AT NIGHT, THE FIRE WILL LIGHT,

DANCING A HERO’S DANCE,

SHOWING US OUR PAST AND PRESENT,

BUT WHEN THE FUTURE SHOWS,

MEN WILL TURN,

‘CAUSE THERE IS NO VICTORY AT CROW’S DAWN.

 

BUT WHEN ALL HOPE IS GONE,

CHAOS IS EVERYWHERE,

WHO WILL YOU LOOK UP TO?

A HERO, NO,

BUT WHEN YOU LOOK,

YOU WILL FIND,

A NEW HOPE,

AT THE GATES OF CROW’S DAWN…

 

‘HUSH MY CHILD, FOR I PROMISE, AT THE DAWN OF TIME, CROWS SHALL FLY AND AT THE APOCALYPSE THEY SHALL FALL.’

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