In the drawing hour, The bitter cold has come
You cannot run forever, You’ll find that you are lost
This is the final sickness, The Agents of Affliction
See through the tattered wings, That held me as their victim
They came, They conquered, Inflicting heavy symptoms
Let’s leave this place, My Angel of Despair
Take me through the centuries, Our coffins are prepared
A tragedy once told by Icarus upon the mortal flight
Will tell us of the lessons, we cannot touch the sky
Carry us to the stars, The Heavens above the rise
If we don’t make it that far, We will surely die
Plummeting from the sky, The wax melts from our wings
Cast into the ocean, and forever we shall dream
Author notes
I've always been somewhat obsessed with Icarus
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