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