The eyes of a god glance at the sun

Memories of the spillage of his blood

We're opening our eyes, we're washing away

The echoes lost, ruin carried by the flood

Pale under any glow, strength beats through golden wings

But through dilution, turning black, and rancid with pain

We were once the children of God

We will become nothing in time

We are the proud children, the watchers 

Arrogant, spirits enraged, cities burn

We stole the lights and turned it into a void

The world marvels at beauty while the world is destroyed

Wings unfurled, and spirits burn bright in unchained rage

As they despair at all that their father creates

We were once the children of God

We will become nothing in time

We were outcast for the sake of a shadow

One day, we will return home

Feathers shed from degrading wings

The time to return is running out

Stuck in a void between paradise and sin

This world is washing us away, rooting us out

We were once beautiful children of God

Nothing more than a sorry race

Drenched in inferior blood

Condemned to live far beyond grace

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