作曲 : Jacob Smith There's a blackbird perched outside my window I hear him calling I hear him sing He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers He knows all my sins He reads my soul And one day that bird, he spoke to me Like Martin Luther Like Pericles Come join the murder Come fly with black We'll give you freedom From the human trap Come join the murder Soar on my wings You'll touch the hand of God And He'll make you king And He'll make you king On a blanket made of woven shadows Flew up to heaven On a raven's glide These angels there have turned my wings to wax now I fell like Judas from grace tonight And on that day he lied to me Like Martin Luther Like Pericles Come join the murder Come fly with black We'll give you freedom From the human trap Come join the murder Soar on my wings You'll touch the hand of God And He'll make you king And He'll make you king So now I curse that raven's fire You made me hate, you made me burn He laughed aloud as he flew from Eden You always knew but you never learn The crow no longer sings to me Like Martin Luther Or Pericles Come join the murder Come fly with black We'll give you freedom From the human trap Come join the murder Soar on my wings You'll touch the hand of God And He'll make you king And He'll make you king编辑于2023/12/27更新