Gray thoughts, Aurora's stones, was I an angel?

The angel struck by passion, was it me?

As Horizon walks, Thunder applauds her. She walks to find the answer: can an angel feel?

Can an angel struck by passion feel vast? Can an angel struck by passion burden the sky?

The feathers left behind see my way out of heaven. Some shadows fly, some shadows die, but I am a shadow that cries.

The angel struck by passion stepped on broken hearts. The angel struck by passion climbed the mountain pride.

Horizon walks to see the death of Moonrise as Thunder turns red.

As the stars fuel my fate, the next daybreak I'll be gone.