I Crafted Wings For Angels
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m_a_hughes "There are no dreams, no honor remains"
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As I cut down Gaia's lungs, A murderer's brand I carried around.

I Crafted Wings For Angels

As I cut down Gaia's lungs,

As I cut down Gaia's lungs, A murderer's brand I carried around.

As I cut down Gaia's lungs, A murderer's brand I carried around. Felt the fury of a thousand Suns,

As I cut down Gaia's lungs, A murderer's brand I carried around. Felt the fury of a thousand Suns, Crafting wings for the fallen angels that I found.

A woman sobbing at my door,

A woman sobbing at my door, Grasping a fallen angel at her breast.

A woman sobbing at my door, Grasping a fallen angel at her breast. Abandoned and broken on the moor

A woman sobbing at my door, Grasping a fallen angel at her breast. Abandoned and broken on the moor I found myself at her behest.

She could not pay in coins of gold,

She could not pay in coins of gold, Nor could she afford a recompense.

She could not pay in coins of gold, Nor could she afford a recompense. However, I am not so cruel and cold,

She could not pay in coins of gold, Nor could she afford a recompense. However, I am not so cruel and cold, That an angel's life would cost mere cents.

The memory of those gleeful tears,

The memory of those gleeful tears, As angels took flight once again.

The memory of those gleeful tears, As angels took flight once again. Make me face all the fears,

The memory of those gleeful tears, As angels took flight once again. Make me face all the fears, That have haunted me on this plane.

And when the night finally falls,

And when the night finally falls, And Gaia comes to take what's hers.

And when the night finally falls, And Gaia comes to take what's hers. My fiery gaze, her eyes will pierce,

And when the night finally falls, And Gaia comes to take what's hers. My fiery gaze, her eyes will pierce, With determination that's so fierce.

A mere shortness of breath,

A mere shortness of breath, Is not enough to bring her death.

A mere shortness of breath, Is not enough to bring her death. For if it were for queens and kings,

A mere shortness of breath, Is not enough to bring her death. For if it were for queens and kings, Never would those angels get back their wings.

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