Dweller of the Sombre Lanes, Crow of the gutter and grime. Striving through the dark for gain, Up to the gallows you climb. Through your most stagnant life The rusty blade leads the way. Rags and a muddy cloak Is but your sole array.
Among the hawking beggars, Among the thieves.
Pale Light of Silver Moon Cast your light upon wicked plans. To anthems of virtuous' ruin The villain and the sinner, they dance.
Hailing from penury's womb, Sprung from the bower of sin. Where fate held nothing but gloom And future wore a taunting grin. Find the scavenger's demise By the trail of the poverty. Look for the vulture eyes On the fair of misery.