Lletres:
Soil Broken Wings

What broken wings I fly high Lets break this man Lets Break This (x3)Man Of Broken Wings I Fly Lets Break This(x3) Man Of Broken Wings I Fly Lets Break

the one who wants our songs to end. The one who perishes on moonlit fields. We are the daughters of the one with broken wings and horns... And the

: A fallen angel is someone not aware of his authentic identity Because the fall occured nowhere except on the inner plains And the broken wing was nothing

thin, she stood by you She held the key to my broken heart I look back and wonder, sit and ponder How I could have ever neglected you For the blood soaked soil

d dig a hole in the dirt and I'll be hiding when his drunken stupor lands upon earth and if your little wing is broken I'll see the poacher in hell I

scattered over your lawn And the morning dew... kissed them Drunk on Bastille Day Throwing pennies at the broken birds Scribbling plans on napkins A sketch of broken angel wings

sun We will join our eternity A sign of what?s to come Is a sign to leave our depravity Come lift your wings from the soil of anger I?ve lost the one

life springs anew We are cleansed through the crystal fire Fill me with sound, fill me with hatred Let my life bring life to the soil The soil beneath

I found a penny where the black waters blowed A dagger, a crown, or home in the snow And scraps, soil, and sentries for the children below There's one