Flights of black horseman 
Soar o'er the churches 
Pursued by an army of birds in the rain 
None of them can see the clouds
The polished wings don't care 
Animal waves through the hazy 
Dreams full of pain 
Wings wetted down
Stumbling on the ground 
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end 
The voices sound deadly
Sometimes I hear 
Echoes of empires
Spread throughout the sky 
Wings wetted down
Stumbling on the ground 
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end 
Flights of black horseman 
Soar o'er the churches 
Pursued by an army of birds in the rain 
Wings wetted down
It all turns around
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end