Wings Wetted Down

Flights of black horseman
Soar o'er the churches
Pursued by an army of birds in the rainNone of them can see the clouds
The polished wings don't care
Animal waves through the hazy
Dreams full of painWings wetted down
Stumbling on the ground
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the endThe voices sound deadly
Sometimes I hear
Echoes of empires
Spread throughout the skyWings wetted down
Stumbling on the ground
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the endFlights of black horseman
Soar o'er the churches
Pursued by an army of birds in the rainWings wetted down
It all turns around
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end