These wings of spun silver
Have now turn to dust
When sweet tender kisses
Mean no more then lust

In silence we call
Each answer in lies
To prove ones innocents
Is to embrace there demise

The essence of malice
To sooth that discontent
To feed on its happiness
The hope you represent

The lost hear of a bitter one
So still within defeat
Chains wrap his dying soul
Hands raised high he must retreat

Spoke so defiantly
Words of blackened Cole
To smudge the bitter revelry
Of what was once your soul

These wings no longer fly
Through the bleeding stars in the sky

Rest assure they have no dreams
In the midnight shadow screams

Of forever lost and dead
While we waste away instead

To the infernal malice choice
And live forever without a voice

No these wings have long been slain
For the words of mortal pain


 
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