One winged Eagle
At the melody of the rumbling sea these clouds gather in the sky,
Loudly the wind calls the tempest.
With enigmatic words, the witches smirk at the hidden meaning...The banquet of this warped night repeats again.
Descending to hell, the golden butterflies, with how many sins are their wings tainted?
Don’t cry; Smash this illusion of your imprisonment!
For a moment I’ll give you a reprieve from your demise.
This unachievable promise is burned onto the inside of my chest......
Go spurt brilliant red.
Loudly the wind calls the tempest.
With enigmatic words, the witches smirk at the hidden meaning...The banquet of this warped night repeats again.
Descending to hell, the golden butterflies, with how many sins are their wings tainted?
Don’t cry; Smash this illusion of your imprisonment!
For a moment I’ll give you a reprieve from your demise.
This unachievable promise is burned onto the inside of my chest......
Go spurt brilliant red.