Five-thousand black-winged angels descend
Do you believe we are nearing the end?
Phantom singing in the dead of night
Feathers spreading as they take their last flight
Blackbirds fall from the sky
Who are we to ask why?
Well I'd like to believe
But I'm not that naive
Shattered dreams have turned us sour
We want nothing and we want no power
Wasting time trying to find the truth
We'll only win when we've nothing to lose
Blackbirds fall from the sky
Who are we to ask why?
Doesn't fill me with sorrow
If this means no tomorrow
Tiny bodies fall from the trees
Shaken off by the beast
Feel your body rise through the trees
And then you'll get your release
