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      Wings wetted down   Stumbling on the ground   It all turns around   In the end, the end, the end      The voices sound deadly   Sometimes I hear   Echoes of empires   Spread throughout the sky      Wings wetted down   Stumbling on the ground   It all turns around   In the end, the end, the end      Flights of black horseman   Soar o'er the churches   Pursued by an army of birds in the rain      Wings wetted down   It all turns around   It all turns around   In the end, the end, the end