
The water didn’t ripple, but the air began to cry.”
Crows at the Baptism is a Southern Gothic folk ballad steeped in poetry, shadow, and spiritual weight.
This original song tells the haunting story of a child marked not by grace, but by silence and ancestral burdens.
Set against bowed bass, ghostly banjo, and distant harmonica, this piece carries the tone of faded chapels, broken names, and echoes that never left the hills.
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