These wings have been pulled off
And in the dark we are still lost
Their voices still burn from the calling
Sweet angels who have fallen

Running through the ever winter woods
A cloud of cold touches my breath
I reach for your ghostly hand in the snow
But it fades upon my touch and now I feel the cold

I remember the child
Innocent and wild
But he died like a flame in the wind
Now a flower grows between his bones
These wings have been pulled off
And in the dark we are still lost
Their voices still burn from the calling
Sweet angels who have fallen

I am trapped in a masque where I see all my fears
And a wolf comes, like salvation, to lend me his ears
The demons, all around us, dance like ribbons of flame
Eyes burning, dispassionately, as the wolf takes my name

I remember the child
Quiet with a smile
But he died and he's dust on the wind
Now a flower withers between his bones
These wings have been pulled off
And in the dark we are still lost
Their voices still burn from the calling
Sweet angels who have fallen

I stir from beneath the surface of the water
The cold leaves me gasping as I falter
The spell is now broken and I wake from the kiss of a bite
As I walk with my friend's ghostly specter, in the night

I remember the child
Without malice and guile
But he died like a heart forever broken
Now a flower is absent between his bones
These wings have been pulled off
And in the dark we are still lost
Their voices still burn from the calling
Sweet angels who have fallen