Thine - Into the Home of Pride (Amongst Angels) lyrics

Thou art only thyself No more than a fiend unleashed No less than a slave to prosperity Sailing your oceans of grey stories (but) Today seemed so cold "A spectre with wings in the rain" Here now angel I am thy light Thou art but nothing Burning... Farewell now friend I bid thee thanks But take thy dreams away I was the curse upon people Who fled to the sea I was thy seeker of story Surveyor of dream There is delight somewhere But such is thy grief There is no place to sail There is only d**h here (for) I was the wind that blew through the hills The flame that burnt the weak The words deceiveth thy foe The song to bury the soul I am the spirit of the night I bring thee voice of the end ...The one who spoke unto the dead I am the wing that gave them life in the sky Farewell now friend