Quick Silver Clouds

The light that's born in sword winds
Can never be lifted
From your tormented lips
Through the infinity of pain
Cut down the voice
And let the echoes rise
Through those dark clouds above
The taste of freedom
Before the arrival
Of the final silence
You wished for the bright liquid fire
The gold and silver
Like the purifying rain
To take you away
Down in your pit
Where your broken body lies
I stare into your silence
Your eyes reflect the sky
Far away
Out of your reach
Those wings silver glow
The light that's born in sword winds
Can never be lifted
From your tormented lips
Through the infinity of pain
Cut down the voice
And let the echoes rise
Through those dark clouds above
The taste of freedom
Before the arrival
Of the final silence
You wished for the bright liquid fire
The gold and silver
Like the purifying rain
To take you away
To take you away
Far away
Out of your reach
Those wings silver glow