O fallen of angels take up your wings. Fold them away and walk now with me. Through pastoral greens and translucent streams past golden bright sands to the womb of the sea.
O fallen of angels take up your wings. cast them away, to melt in the sea. taking back them as its taken back me to unburdened stand by the womb of the sea.
O fallen of angels mourn not this thing for heaven was built by fools such as we from the pastoral greens the transluscent streams and golden bright sands by the womb of the sea.
