Wings of Golden Pain
(oooh) A monstrous thing forged in the fire
Turned to a killer,
fed on desire
Built to devour beneath the iron skin
Still angel wings beat quiet from within (hummmm)
A heart of gold
starts dripping black
Cracking the frame,
no turning back
(no turning back)
He cries to the moon,
the lone silver guide
Bleeding the gearworks he carries inside
Wired to break,
but praying to heal
Feathers of grace
trapped under the steel!
Rust on the gears,
oil in the tear
Walking the wasteland of sorrow and fear
They made a
beast to devour the land
Yet folded wings tremble under his hand (ahhhh)
He cries to the moon,
the lone silver guide
Bleeding the gearworks he carries inside
Wired to break,
but praying to heal
Feathers of grace
trapped under the steel!
(under the steel!) (oh-oh-oh-oooh)
Cracking through the
gold...
The lone white moon... (hummmm)