Bird of Ill Omen

Its black is deep forever to hell It claws catch surely game Its beak is endless greed anytime From anywhere, fellow's comin' Watchin' you, the bird of ill omen You feel death, death is near Catchin' you, the bird of ill omen Waiting for brutal death Look! Over your head! Its eyes decide terrible destiny Its wings bring death, son of Satan Its black reaper lives on human Unfortunate death and not satisfy