Preferred Band/Artist: BlackByrd
The angels come out tonight
Armed forces, wings in flight
Carrying on edge their voices
An offering of sight
Now it is truly opened
The darkness sheds the night
The owl inside you lingers
The phoenix sets alight
Was the moon ever really true?
It's in the way they look at you
A glowing of embers, rustling feathers
Venus lying down with you
The sacred book lies, opened
Ancient etchings, painted blue
Of fathers and of mothers
Of longing and of truth
Slowly suspended starlight
Birthright comes to life
The dawn is slowly rising
Echoes wasting away, rust
Then the moon was blue
The only thing they said to you
A glowing of embers, rustling feathers
All of the angels inside of you
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