| Lyrics: | Flights of black horseman soar over churches
Pursued by an army of birds in the rain
None
of them can see the clouds, the polished wings don't care
Animal ways through the hazy dreams
full of pain
Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground
It all turns around, in 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
Flights of black horseman soar over churches
Pursued by an army of birds in the
rain
Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground
It all turns around, in the end |
