In the shadow of an ashen banner raised

And a thousand voices sound their songs of praise

The frail hands grasping at their binds

As darkened eyes weep for empty shrines

Under the flag flown over a dead wake

Behold the ghost of crow

Under the cross on unceded soil

Your white robes show

So heavy lies the hand

In a slow dive into an empty well

And the bodies unburied right just where they fell

The dеath flag burn atop it's mast

And all land bare in it's shadow cast

Under the flag flown ovеr a dead wake

Behold the ghost of crow

Under the cross on unceded soil

Your white robes show

So heavy lies the hand