Wings Wetted Down
Blue Öyster Cult · Tyranny And Mutation [1973]
Flights of black horsemen
Soar o'er the churches
Persued by an army of birds in the rain
None of them can see the clouds
The polished wings don't care
Animal ways through the hazy dreams full of pain
Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end
The voices sound deadly
Sometimes I hear
Echoes of empires spread throughout the sky
Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end
Flights of black horsemen
Soar o'er the churches
Persued by an army of birds in the rain
Wings wetted down
It all turns around
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end
Soar o'er the churches
Persued by an army of birds in the rain
None of them can see the clouds
The polished wings don't care
Animal ways through the hazy dreams full of pain
Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end
The voices sound deadly
Sometimes I hear
Echoes of empires spread throughout the sky
Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end
Flights of black horsemen
Soar o'er the churches
Persued by an army of birds in the rain
Wings wetted down
It all turns around
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end