[Verse 1: Joe Bouchard]
Flights of black horseman
Soar o'er the churches
Pursued by an army of birds in the rain
None of them can see the clouds
The polished wings don't care
Animal waves through the hazy dreams full of pain

[Chorus: Joe Bouchard]
Wings wetted down
Stumbling on the ground
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end

[Verse 2: Joe Bouchard]
The voices sound deadly
Sometimes I hear
Echoes of empires
Spread throughout the sky

[Chorus: Joe Bouchard]
Wings wetted down
Stumbling on the ground
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end
[Verse 3: Joe Bouchard]
Flights of black horseman
Soar o'er the churches
Pursued by an army of birds in the rain

[Chorus: Joe Bouchard]
Wings wetted down
It all turns around
It all turns around
In the end, the end, the end