Текст песни Blackbird Raum - Ars Goetia

Birds collect the carrion
Severed limbs litter the battlefield
We’re running like rats from a burning sky
But it’s nothing to warm our bodies
Lie awake, knife in hand
For the few remaining angels
Pray or talk to yourself
Someone told me that it might help

War in the heavens, it’s all of our stories,
To burn is our birthright, birth of our ending
War in the heavens, the end of our stories,
To burn is our birthright, God is our enemy

Strike with all you have
There’s no tomorrow
Your fists, your bodies, your minds
There’s no tomorrow
Sugar, men, find this way and our way
He demands the price of an animal
Sugar, men, find this way and our way
He demands the price of an animal

End Times, time is now up
Our thoughts have stopped, give up,
No one can set you free
Everything that you
Thought that you once knew is dead
So fight for all that you feel
Even in death we feel the effects of
What we once believed
As they rob us
Of our very dreams

Wait so existence, what now of me?
I am king forthwith of my own destiny
Today God is dead slain by my hand
Who knew that Adonis could fall to a man?
Scattered fragments of chaos, I flip in the sky
We laugh as we scream, and another star dies
And oh, this singularity
Nude and exposed, particles coming undone
We thought she would shine through
Like thirty suns, but she ran out of hydrogen
Each of us will go exploding into outer space
As gravity tears us apart
Our world revolts
But we don’t care because we’re free