Make me with the wings so that I might fly

Beyond the words of the devil’s last sigh

And away from where all the people died

Where the wind is a child’s first cry

What do you do, with no words left to sing?

I will be riding the dragons wing

And I’ll hear all these Angels Sing,

Wizards are coming, with gold a bring!

I am really all alone, inside of you

And we don’t care if these lies are true!

For I will be there when the world is through

On the dragons Wing, where the wind just blew.