We fell in love, with dust in our lids<br />And the pain of a severed soul<br />We lowered our heads and lifted our face<br />Placed our bodies in celebration<br />On the lips of a mutilated man<br />I carry the bones of a deformed child<br />And my own polluted breath<br />I speak the old man's words<br />In a persuasive eloquence<br />Bless the dust that hides<br />This unlamented head<br />On the crest of fire, our wings are burning<br />How glorious the pain<br />And the ways of God, shriek out of tune<br />All is lost but hope<br />On the crest of fire<br />Our wings are burning<br />To the wind's anthem<br />All is lost but hope<br /><br />-> <a class="link" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.virginblack.com/">http://www.virginblack.com/</a>
