'W'en I was jus'a lil' whelp, I traveled wit' my ma all 'cross t'e land. Da ot'er warriors didn' much mind, I was pullin' my own weight. But I never be forgettin' wha' my ma tol' me once. She say "Da sounds of battle, when our weapons be clashing, people be screaming, blood be streamin'... da crows know to be comin', dey know dere will be meat... like we be callin' dem, our sounds o' fightin' some sorta crow-song. Dey know justice be done 'n dey will feast."'