Nobody blames you, we all love you
Young ones, the tides can still change
Close her eyes for the final time
A beauty that made you blind
Her feathers tarred and buried in dust, for who you are
To see the seas burn and the sky as black as fiery coal
But the ink isn't dry
Like the ashes in our mouths
Nobody blames you, we all love you
Young ones, the tides can still change
I heard of a plan
They say that it's in our hands
Under the arrogance there is a doubt that's growing
Now we see to beauty you were blind
Treasures lost to the gods you find
But the ink's nearly dry
And there's ashes in the clouds
Nobody blames you, we all love you
Take a stand, before we make it true
Before we kill her too