A crow flies by on black wings

He opens his beak and sings

Memento mori

Memento mori

Do not fear death

Do not fear death

Flowers will grow from your bones

Fungi will make your body a home

Beetles will eat you whole

Sings the crow

He flies with his murder 

Never looking at death with terror

He flies with the reaper

The soul keeper

He will continue to sing that old song

Trying to show that death is not wrong

Only a part of life we all face

And the crow, he shows that with grace

His feathers fall and his skin flakes off

Revealing his bones and his fiery soul aloft

He was only a spirit 

A messenger of death

Cawing over and over we should'nt fear it

That we should savor the time we have left