Lyrics

Crows gather, ink-black constellations
"Fly," they whisper, "or fall.
The abyss keeps secrets from neither."

{the lines above made it into the song...the lines below did not so you will have to imagine them}
Beneath, the abyss hums a hollow hymn,
A bassline of eternal hunger,
Where the echoes of unwritten myths
Twist in spirals of endless descent.

Their tears the salt of distant seas.

They mock, they mourn, they warn,
But the crows, they remember the fall.