Blue Ãyster Cult
Wings Wetted Down
Flights of black horseman soar over churchesPursued by an army of birds in the rainNone of them can see the clouds, the polished wings don't careAnimal ways through the hazy dreams full of painWings wetted down, stumbling on the groundIt all turns around, in the endThe voices sound deadly, sometimes I hearEchoes of empires, spread throughout the skyWings wetted down, stumbling on the groundIt all turns around, in the endFlights of black horseman soar over churchesPursued by an army of birds in the rainWings wetted down, stumbling on the groundIt all turns around, in the end
From Letras Mania