A messenger of Death
Fly across the carnage, little bird.
Chirp Chirp, Squeak Squeak, goes the fantail.
Your song breaks the echo of the screams of the dead.
Chirp Chirp, Squeak Squeak, goes the fantail.
With the colours of death do you blend little bird.
Chirp Chirp, Squeak Squeak, goes the fantail.
Chirp Chirp, Squeak Squeak, goes the fantail.
A messenger of death do they call you, little bird.
Chirp Chirp, Squeak Squeak, goes the fantail.
A messenger of death do they call you, and death do you bring.
Chirp Chirp, Squeak Squeak goes the fantail.
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