The Cry of The Crows

          At last, the day will come soon!
          The day of the promised ones
          is going to be fulfilled soon.
          And finally, our wings will be restored into white.

For days, we have been so suffering
and cursed hard along with the universe.
With only carrion we must live
But still these days are full of storms

On deserts the death lurks in its sand
but nothing we have ever found there.
Those great pyramids which watch upon us
seems keeping the most rotten ones.

Once we were created with rainbow wings.
But there is no rainbow anymore
even after a falling downpour.
The sky is black, black as our wings.

          At last, the day will come soon.
          The day of the promised ones
          is going to be fulfilled soon.
          Rejoice! Our wings will be restored into white.