Take my wings and burn them down.
and when you grind the ashes to powder,
Throw them into the darkest ocean.
Let the waves stir them away.
Do the same with my heart.
Worms of solitude ate it to decay.
Don't you fear the space it'll leave.
My chest is already hollow inside.
Take the wings and burn them down.
In the ocean they will shine.
Stir the ashes stir and stir
Stir till there is me no more
Can you hear the sounds I hear?
Whispers of the demons exalting.
Whispers of more angels mourning.
Weeping a heart turned to dust.
Lamenting a soul turned to rust.
Take my wings and burn them down.
Let the ravens be at rest
Let the owls build their nests.
Let them celebrate the death,
Of an angel's heart of an angel's soul

Take my wings and burn them down.