Lyrics Trapped In Husk Of A White Crow - Twilight Ophera

Trapped In Husk Of A White Crow

So falleth the chalice of dawn
Thralls of flame hellborn
Vultures of myriad crowns
Claimed her as their own
Higher and higher she rose
Clouds of blessed to breach
Seventh heaven to reach
If faith could last one breeze
No blame did reach her opaque shade
Nefalim to machinate what pride and hate dare to unleash
Thou curious the spirit was still bereaved
For what lust mould as silver wings
Diadem cursed as hex ravening, nemesis to purge
…Fly away
Carnal shades caught winds, steel to cleave what dawn brings
Bezonian fire in her eyes, ascending towards empyrean skies
Wounded skies, libertine, on feathers this blood shall crust
Fear of lies to mesmerize, she soars with wings of rust