As time grows old,

And the world turns cold,

We swiftly try to fly on ruined wings,

Long since destroyed.

With the bonds of our souls,

We make our way to the sky,

Trying to find out why.

Why do we have to fly with ruined wings?

Without anyone to pick us up?

Why must we be alone in the dark?

Do we truely deserve such pure hatred?

The sky cries unto the world it's ancient tears of sorrow,

While we try to fly through the tears,

As we fly we slowly age,

Until our bodies fall once more.

Falling down,

Falling down to Earth again,

Falling back into the ancient rut of hatred,

Falling back into our damned world.

Down to the river we go to pray,

Hoping someday we will be answered,

Down we go along the banks,

Until we find no such sacred place.

As we swiftly grow in our age,

Our time is spent with hatred and wants,

Not purity and giving,

How do the angels allow us to live?

While they cry tears of blood we shed.

We fell from heaven,

And down to Earth one day,

One day will we go back,

With naught to show but our ruined wings?

Will the sky cry once more?

Those ancient tears of sorrow?

Will the angels stop crying?

And hold us withen a divine embrace?

As we age swiftly,

Time and fate pass by,

Flying by with their wings of gale,

As we sit here to die.

When we die will we be reborn again?

Or will we have to change?

Should our scars from yesterday remain?

Or should we be healed going on with our hearts?

Age swiftly...

Die slowly...

Repent now...

Change forever...