Blue Öyster Cult Lyrics
"Wings Wetted Down"

Flights of black horsemen
Soar o'er the churches
Persued by an army of birds in the rain

None of them can see the clouds
The polished wings don't care
Animal ways 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 horsemen
Soar o'er the churches
Persued 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