Flights of black horseman soar over churches
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Pursued by an army of birds in the rain
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None of them can see the clouds, the polished wings don't care
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Animal ways through the hazy dreams full of pain
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Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground
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It all turns around, in the end
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The voices sound deadly, sometimes I hear
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Echoes of empires, spread throughout the sky
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Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground
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It all turns around, in the end
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Flights of black horseman soar over churches
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Pursued by an army of birds in the rain
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Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground
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It all turns around, in the end
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Wings Wetted Down
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| Blue Oyster Cult |
