Flights of black horseman
Soar o'er the churches
Pursued by an army of birds in the rain None of them can see the clouds
The polished wings don't care
Animal waves through the hazy
Dreams full of pain Wings wetted down
Stumbling on the ground
It all turns around
In the end, the end, 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, the end, the end Flights of black horseman
Soar o'er the churches
Pursued by an army of birds in the rain Wings wetted down
It all turns around
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end