There's a blackbird perched outside my window I hear him calling I hear him sing He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers He sees all my sins He reads my soul One day that bird he spoke to me Like Martin Luther Like Perecles

On a blanket made of woven shadows Flew up to Heaven On raven's glide There's angels that turn my wings to wax now I fell like Judas, from grace tonight And on that day he lied to me Like Martin Luther Like Peracles

I walk among the children of my fathers The broken wings The traitor's cost They call to me but never touch my heart now I am too far I am too lost All I can hear is what he spoke to me Like Martin Luther Like Peracles

So now I curse that raven's fire You made me hate You made me burn He laughed aloud as he flew from Eden You always knew You never learn The crow no longer sings to me

Come join the murder Come fly with black We'll give you freedom From the human trap Soar on my wings You'll touch the hand of God And He'll make you king....