Prideful wings
Are soaring higher
As the Saints
Are falling under
Desperation has turned the angels
Into monsters

Don't speak
To the voices of the fallen
They will lead you astray
Don't gaze
Upon the wings of the ascended
For the light will bring pain

They're calling out
Across the rotting harvest
Collecting souls
Of the starving hopeless
Dust and ashes
Of dying kingdoms
Scattered by the wings of angels
Devoured by the teeth of martyrs

Plague comes
Upon the winds of our destruction
At the end of our days
Creatures
That used to be the angels
Through the dark they pervade

In the grip of despondency
One can only see enemies

Prideful wings
Of burning ether
Resurrect
The countless horrors
As the monsters
Consume the hours
Our fallen Saints
Are becoming vultures
And the sun, it sinks
Into the final twilight...