The Story of Mist Crow

Rotten neon buried deep in the fog Desire flows endlessly day and night Corpses are buried under the bluestone steps, and flesh and blood move the steel forest. If you knock lightly on the door, you will meet the eyes of a crow here You'll want to have a drink here A cup of special concoction, just like yesterday's sorrow A glass of fine wine, the story still has a twist Welcome to the Mistcrow Tavern The boss is very nice to talk to. I just give you everything for the drink money. You will, because when you come here You have nothing to lose