Black Wings - Pythia

Beneath the scalding desert sun

Marchers are only clinging on to life

He leads them through the scorching sand

Raven of

Up to the city gates, he leads them onward

Then comes betrayal from above

The warriors march to join his cause

The walls are silent as the grave

Advancing soldiers flank each side

Of men that don’t know where to hide

And on the golden scratches comes the

And the birds, they scatter to the sky

Black wings, the spirit soaring high

Now the blood is soaking through the time

Let your arrow of mercy fly

And as they leaped into the sky

The leering crows won’t let him die

But there’s a in the air

Black clouds are falling, growing scarce

No more salvation and no journey onward

Watch his soul begin to die

Tears in every open eye

Sleepless spirit, leave the world

the arrow, don’t despair

See it fly from air

Such a dark burden to bear

And the arrow hits its target true

Hex-marked

Now the birds won’t take his soul from you

And one day he’ll be born anew