Urian - Dresden Burnt My Feathers (Original)
Suspicious skies
The rain runs free with the blusterous weather
It might be cause i lied
That bitter wind so burnt my feathers
And I can fly no more, inside this breaking core
And I can fly no more, appart my wings it tore
Oblivion’s wise
It drunkens all our senses
And gray scale lights
They leave us all defenseless
And I can fly no more
Ilustration: “Fire Sky” by Michael Longhofer
All of this happend, more or less.