The Crow

Hidden in the shadows, waiting for his prey, the coward will strike

Like a wolf but more like a drifting dog, drooling over

Once his target engaged, he'll set his grapple to reach his goal

Alone or in pack, the fool will attack, no matter who's his victim

Raise up your fist, to break him down

Well who the fuck do you think you are?

I'd kill you with my crow

Is that what you call, feeling like a man?

You should be ashamed

You're just the pawn of the chessboard