The Omen

This ain't my death This ain't my death This ain't my death This ain't my death This ain't my death There were hundreds of murderous crows In a flock like starlings, playing tic-tac toe Raping a mamal washed up down the wrong side of the Styx They gargled maniacal, in frenzy I saw em feast They pecked at his fur and tore flesh straight from the beast Cawr, cawr, out the beaks of thieves They were so pleased Rubbin' salt into the wounds of a lost soldier, fallen to his knees And the celebrations grew louder and louder Abruptly interrupted they were by the jaws Of a black dog hailing from parts unknown He'd strayed so far from home Not a metaphor for depression But one of the devil's henchman Disguised up as man's best friend And then sent in through a rip in the matrix Someone slap the shock off me face so I can get back to the basics I saw it with me own eyes, and so did me wife Some sick and putrid game of death unfolding in real life What kinda foul beast is care taker of this kinda strife Not a word of a lie now, what had transpired falls under the jurisdiction Judge and jury of abyssic law I saw carrion gored right out before me Ripped asunder by the raven's claw Got Hades grinnin' like a Cheshire cat And cheerin' give me more Twilight zone, I question my reality cause it's fuckin with my sanity through cosmic belligerence The Gargoyle knew about it He saw animals behave different Oh bleak to be on some shit like this And me knees just buckled from the reaper's kiss Canine didn't get far however Robbed in broad daylight by two male bovine who played soccer with the carcass Dog returned to whence it came And the scavengers screeched, scratched and cackled Flappin' their wings they sang their bloody chorus Countless of this kind of pantomime in my time To ever be surprised or skip a heart beat This is Daath Street I'm still standin' like Elton John Still on me two feet, still in disbelief So many kinds of wrong, it was a throng Of black animals in trance before my glance All erratic they danced for death Morbid ritual Fantasmic Beasts on the sphere of matter, orgasmic The after life on earth, playin' around in the dirt, havin' the time of their lives While I was back their dyin', while I was back their dyin' Fightin off old mate's scythe And not a hawk to be seen cause they know better Can smell the rot like it was tan on leather Steer clear of decay lest their wings be fettered Ferry man's comin' to get ya They won't have a bar of nuthin' or anything That's ever touched a rank crow's beak Sharpen up them feet and steer clear of the grief, and there was grief And I weeped And I lost sleep And I weeped And there was grief And I'm still losin' sleep So I weep And there was grief And I'm still losin' sleep so I weep This ain't my death This ain't my death This ain't my death This ain't my death