Wings Wetted Down

Flights of black horseman

Soar o'er the churches

Pursued by an army of birds in the rain

None of them can see the clouds

The polished wings don't care

Animal waves through the hazy

Dreams full of pain

Wings wetted down

Stumbling on the ground

It all turns around

In the end, the end, the end

The voices sound deadly

Sometimes I hear

Echoes of empires

Spread throughout the sky

Wings wetted down

Stumbling on the ground

It all turns around

In the end, the end, the end

Flights of black horseman

Soar o'er the churches

Pursued by an army of birds in the rain

Wings wetted down

It all turns around

It all turns around

In the end, the end, the end