Wings of Black Gold
(ahhhh) A monstrous thing he was,
clawing at the stone
Carrying feathers carved in marrow and bone
Wings of angels trailing through the mud
Bound and altered by his own dark blood
Hardened
by the hours, cold against the frost Chasing down the phantom of
a boy long lost
Heart of gold dripping black
Cracks run deep, no turning back (ooh-ooh)
A monstrous thing with wings of light
Torn apart inside the night
He still remembers when the sky was wide Before the venom gathered
deep inside The young boy weeping in a mirror cracked
Watching every tender promise fall unpacked
Now his claws leave tracks upon the floor
An angel who can't fly home anymore
Heart of gold dripping black
Cracks run deep, no turning back
(no turning back)
A monstrous thing with wings of light
Torn apart inside the night
Time hardened up the skin
To hide the broken boy within
Bleeding gold,
bleeding night
(let him go)
Monstrous thing...
Still
with angel wings...
Changed by the blood... (hummmm)