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 Pericles
Come join the murder Come fly with black We'll give you freedom From the human trap Come join the murder Soar on my wings You'll touch the hand of God And He'll make you king And He'll make you king
On a blanket made of woven shadows Flew up to heaven On a raven's glide These angels have turned my wings to wax now I fell like Judas from grace tonight On that day that he lied to me Like Martin Luther Like Pericles
Come join the murder Come fly with black We'll give you freedom From the human trap Come join the murder Soar on my wings You'll touch the hand of God And He'll make you king And He'll make you king
I walk among the children of my fathers The broken wings, betrayal's cost They call to me but never touch my heart, no I am too far I'm too lost
All I can hear is what he spoke to me Like Martin Luther Like Pericles Come join the murder Come fly with black We'll give you freedom From the human trap Come join the murder Soar on my wings You'll touch the hand of God And He'll make you king And He'll make you king
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 Like Martin Luther Or Pericles
Come join the murder Come fly with black We'll give you freedom From the human trap Come join the murder Soar on my wings You'll touch the hand of God And He'll make you king And He'll make you king
Come join the murder Come fly with black We'll give you freedom From the human trap Come join the murder Soar on my wings You'll touch the hand of God And He'll make you king And He'll make you king
Compositores: Robert Thiele (Thiele Bob), Jacob Aaron Smith (The White Buffalo), Kurt Sutter ECAD: Obra #12048488