Gravity pulls the ether from my wings The silver chord is severed, cold it stings Falling through the clouds of burning glass Watching every sacred memory pass Gold turned to rusted iron in my palms No choir left to chant the holy psalms Cast down to the gutters of the dirt Where shadows feast on agony and hurt I trade my halo for a crown of thorns Born of the silence where the light is shorn Exiled from the heights of blinding white Dragged into the blackness of the night My feathers char beneath the planet’s breath A fallen pulse that beats in time with death Look at me now, a god without a throne Lost in the marrow, cut unto the bone The soil tastes of ashes and of lies Can’t find the sun behind these bruised-up skies I reach for constellations out of tune Singing to the cold and hollow moon My name is written in the pouring rain A language made of hunger and of pain I remember the choir But the fire is gone I remember the morning But I am the swan That crashed in the winter That rotted in frost Forever to wander What heaven has lost Exiled from the heights of blinding white Dragged into the blackness of the night My feathers char beneath the planet’s breath A fallen pulse that beats in time with death Look at me now, a god without a throne Lost in the marrow, cut unto the bone Wings of dust Heart of rust Down to the ground Where I am found No going back Fade into black Fade into black...