Her frozen hand
Taskes your breath away
As she ñeads your soul
Through the dark.
You know that she came
To break your heart
But oh when she moves
You fall in love again
She spreads her wings
When she's gonna fly...
The Crow
If you make her sing
When she's coming
She will let you know
She spreads her wings
And they black out the sun
You won't hear her sing
And she'll leave
When the damage is done
The Crow - Hurts
Just a piece inspired by Hurts' new song The Crow, I've had this idea for a while, but today, sketching, it came out like this and I liked it enough to "almost" finish it.
I don't think there's much to say, the lyrics say it all. Hope you like it.
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