Circle the skies in search of carrion Silhouetted by a blood red moon A silent seer preying on my mind The lurking fear tears at my eyes
When the night falls and the fog grows Seek the shelter of these blackened wings Flee the sunrise so I won’t find That I might rise on these tattered wings
Why would I raise my eyes to danger above? I keep my gaze upon the graves
When the scavengers feast upon what’s left Only a husk remains, rotten and bereft
When the night falls and the fog grows Seek the shelter of these blackened wings Flee the sunrise so I won’t find That I might rise on these shattered wings
So long beholden to heresy And drifting away from the sun Until the talons rip at my flesh Lifting, I rise from the earth
I am grasping at air For my earthly remains When we thought we were flying We were falling againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
