Pythia - Black Wings

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Beneath the scalding desert sun
Marchers are only clinging on to life
He leads them through the scorching sand
Raven of
Up to the city gates, he leads them onward
Then comes betrayal from above
The warriors march to join his cause
The walls are silent as the grave
Advancing soldiers flank each side
Of men that don’t know where to hide
And on the golden scratches comes the
And the birds, they scatter to the sky
Black wings, the spirit soaring high
Now the blood is soaking through the time
Let your arrow of mercy fly
And as they leaped into the sky
The leering crows won’t let him die
But there’s a in the air
Black clouds are falling, growing scarce
No more salvation and no journey onward
Watch his soul begin to die
Tears in every open eye
Sleepless spirit, leave the world
the arrow, don’t despair
See it fly from air
Such a dark burden to bear
And the arrow hits its target true
Hex-marked
Now the birds won’t take his soul from you
And one day he’ll be born anew