Fallen beneath Your sky With nowhere else to run I've raced across my life Learning to die Trembling beneath You now I turn towards the sun I've
the four, was into himself a whirlwind of doom When the smoke did clear, many thousands were dead There was much blood and gore Their bodies lay broken and scattered across
pages and letters That change into words and become angel feathers I past upon broken wings hoping the open Then giving them wings to fly Away to the sky
The sky's black with locusts My eyes are burning stars The a mountain of gold teeth In every bank vault in this world Wanna try and steal my face My
pine and nursery rhymes is rising There are some things that are broken and some things to hold tight To the few brave birds of the season who are sky
across the sky Make heaven testify 'cause You are awesome And You could make the mountains shout Your name While the angels sing You could write a note across the sky
this world No, not in the next No, not in my wildest dreams... Without You Gazing at our sunriseReflected in your clear eyes Misty morning forest smoke fires Make our way through the broken
wall Broken windmill There's no wind at all I've yelled and I cursed If i stay here I'll rust I'm stuck like a shipwreck Out here in the dust Sky is
world, girls all around the world), get 'em (This goes out to girls all around the world), all around the world (All around the world, all, all around
broken But where on earth can we rest assured Who'll spin these dreams into something golden Who'll fix the hole at the top of the world The top of the
." "Do not dismount from the steed you ride, From this world it belongs. If you dismount you shall fall by its side, To be remembered only in faerie songs". He galloped across
views Its distant vast And the shifting breeze That blew my horizon Where storm clouds mass Along the skies Dark and brooding Across the blistered broken
blue sky Singing their sadness Thor raised his hammer And blessed the pyre Waves carried the ship far to the sea There it burnt bright high Against the darkening sky
and the power of Magica. Now came the time of mourning. Funeral pyres brightened the night sky for weeks and songs of sorrow could be heard across the
divine. A hundred fortnights passed but still no signs of aging. Her endless youth... amazed, the world was raging. A shattered race in this broken land
sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen A misery that spread across
heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land The
