VII: The Descent - Wretched

As I stand on the edge of the rising tide

I am overcome with beauty

There is a fleeting feeling that takes my legs

To fill my lungs with all of the world

Gulp by gulp the serpent dreams

To decimate my burning wings

Oh, how he effectively detaches my burning wings

With a faulty sense of valor

Lust in the molten soul, here in hell

Where the visions sing and the streets are paved in coal

I will see you through your feats

I will save you, a prodigy that’s feeding

Withstanding bows of me

The breathing of the waves blocks

Out giant whispers

I can feel the trembling of the earth

In the way that she moves

«Rest in the folly», he said

Cross all of your fingers and weep on

Oh, how he effectively detaches my burning wings

With a faulty sense of valor

Cauterized with the poisoned in the deepest of boughs

I will stand proud by you

I will see you through your feats and I will help you grow