Blue Öyster Cult - Wings Wetted Down

Текст песни

Flights of black horsemen\nSoar o’er the churches\nPersued by an army of birds in the rain\nNone of them can see the clouds\nThe polished wings don’t care\nAnimal ways through the hazy dreams full of pain\nWings wetted down, stumbling on the ground\nIt all turns around\nIn the end, the end, the end\nThe voices sound deadly\nSometimes I hear\nEchoes of empires spread throughout the sky\nWings wetted down, stumbling on the ground\nIt all turns around\nIn the end, the end, the end\nFlights of black horsemen\nSoar o’er the churches\nPersued by an army of birds in the rain\nWings wetted down\nIt all turns around\nIt all turns around\nIn the end, the end, the end