Seven blackbirds in a tree
Count them, count them
What do they see?
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret
That's never been told:
You're all going to die!

Seven blackbirds in a tree
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
First come love
Second comes marriage
Then comes death in a blinding glare
I don't know, but i've been told
I don't know, but i've been told:
You're all going to die!

I am he who dissolves the terror
I am morphine for a wooden leg
I am fetal distress
I am a flood of black crows
I am absolution denied
I am pilot error
I am the random chromosome
And i am fear
I am fear
I am fear
And i am complete and total madness
I am complete and total madness!

Die! You are all going to die!