Netherbird
Lunar Pendulum
Tear the fabric of the night
As crimson fingers sear
Come chime the bells from every earthly belfry
For this dynasty of dreams
With splendour built upon the restless waves
The waves
Our treachery of thought
The heresy of will and aspiration
And know, the truth is cried
From unsung graves and gallows alike
This pinnacle of highs and lows
The pendulum will swing
The shifting tide
From serfs to the elite
All that grows and all that withers
Send your vanguards into my night
Blow your horns of Eden
My storm will sweep all specks of light away
And know, the truth is cried
From unsung graves and gallows alike
This pinnacle of highs and lows
The pendulum will freeze
And oceans rise
The lunar strain of time
From Letras Mania