There's A Crow On The Barrow Lyrics - Black Moon Rising - Falconer

There's a crow on the barrow 

saddest of figures in grey. 

Guardian of the royal grave 

ancient times say. 

There's a moon from upon the hill 

clad in a silvery light. 

Dweller of a forgotten tomb, 

dormant heathen might. 

Croaking at the Autumn sky. 

An accolade in the wind 

carried to the ones up high. 

There's a crow on the barrow 

silently spying into the dark. 

There's a crow on the barrow 

secretly scowling into the black Autumn night. 

There's a present calmness so dense, 

a bower of eternal peace. 

Vague shadows in reverence 

like breezes through the trees. 

Echoes of the ceremony, 

flashes of silver and gold. 

Offerings of beast and slaves 

while odes and legends told.