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Crows in the Pulpit (Dark Country & Western Music) - Dark Country Boy
Midnight bells
They toll in vain
No hands to clasp
No hymns remain
The pews are empty
The air is thin
A choir of echoes
Where faith has been
Calling loud
Black wings spread
Every sermon's for the dead
No redemption
No reprieve
Just the crows who never leave
Stained glass cracked
The colors bleed
A holy book
No one has read
The altar's cold
The wine is dry
Above it all
The crows still fly
Calling loud
Black wings spread
Every sermon's for the dead
No redemption
No reprieve
Just the crows who never leave
Feathers fall like prayers undone
Darkness preaching to no one
Hollow halls and whispers thin
The end begins
The end begins
Calling loud
Black wings spread
Every sermon's for the dead
No redemption
No reprieve
Just the crows who never leave