A Wayfarer's Tears Part III Lyrics

"The rain is pouring down, while the wind is raging like a savage.
Down the treelined avenue a lost soul walks, seemingly untouched by the fierce weather.
The ground is littered with orange-yellow leaves, a memory of what was a beautiful summer.
There is no sign of life, except for a lonely crow fighting against the wind"

A crow flies listless
Singing a song of sadness
With heavy wings it struggles
Against the vicious boggles

Its dark eyes are hollow
The pain it bravely swallow
Suddenly I am aware
A common pain we share
And now I comprehend
To the weak I must tend
To the very end...

The piercing rain stings
The birds rain stings
The birds' battered wings
As it tumbles to the ground
Into a muddy mound