I am a vulture
I prey upon those that do not move
I am a murder of crows
My cloak is long and it always grows
My cloak will blot out the sun swallow the ocean
I'll come astride that pale horse
Whose name you know

Every man's got to pay his pound of flesh
We all end up in the ground at best
And yeah, I got your letters, saying you'll pray for me
Because the sun didn't come up yesterday
And it had something to do with me

And I'll bury you down by the tree
Where you used to sit and pray for me