• Flying with steel wings
    Always weighted down
    It cuts and bloodshed it brings
    Covering the land in a crimson gown.

    The dark consumes the light
    Though it forces back and rages on
    An endless dance, a fight
    An infinite battle where no one has won.

    Our steel wings will slice
    Through the air and against our skin
    Despite the pain it feels so nice
    And I've come to realize we are the ultimate sin.