Artist: It
Lyrics of Artist: It
  1. [Lyric] Wings Wetted Down (It)

    [Verse 1] 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] Wings wetted down It all turns around In the end [Verse 2] The voices sound deadly Sometimes I hear Echoes of empires spread...Learn More
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