There's a murder of crows
Flap-flap-flapping their oily wings
Dancing over the English hills
Serenading graveyard dreams
There's a murder of crows
The cack-cack-cackling of corvid craves
Stone the crows! Stone the crows!
A cornucopia of Corvidae
There's a murder of crows
Scratching your flesh obscene
All hail the court of the crows
Pick the battlefield clean
There's a murder of crows
Da-da-dancing by the holy Ganges
Where the Holy men
Are covered in death's own ashes
Mara's lustful daughters
Were tempting ecstatic fate
The crows were all dancing
Open up your gate
Mara, Mara, Mara
Oozing sensual desire
All the young men
Were full of lustful hellfire