Crow Song

Vultures fly high above
Sun burns my skin raw
Crows have found a feast
A dead cow in the ditch
Severed hands aligned
Right in front of me
Nails lie in the bloos
The finger's been pulled off
Some old man plays guitar
That's lacking a string E-sharp
He's making odd remarks
Of hands that lie without arms
He's showing his old scars
His guitar makes awful sounds
Dead fingers play dead notes
People gather around
the crows all join his songs
It's the devil who plays these songs...