Upon Bones of Angels by Armourus on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

They come with heavy boots on hallowed land,
With hearts of iron and blood-stained hands,
Not a whisper heard in the still of night,
As they walk upon the ruins of the light.

The air is thick with echoes of old,
Where stories of the fallen are forever told,
But they keep marching, they can’t see,
They're blind to what lies beneath their feet.

Walking on the bones of angels,
Treading where the righteous fell,
Upon the sacred grounds of silence,
They're lost but can’t tell.
In the shadows of the broken wings,
They march to the beat of a cold, dark hymn,
Walking on the bones of angels,
But the light won’t let them in.

Beneath their stride, the earth still weeps,
For the souls in chains, for those who sleep,
Yet they trample on, their heads held high,
Unaware of the tears in the sky.

They take what they want, leave nothing behind,
Blind to the cries, deaf to the signs,
But the ground is speaking, can’t you hear?
The angels’ bones are trembling near.

Walking on the bones of angels,
Treading where the righteous fell,
Upon the sacred grounds of silence,
They're lost but can’t tell.
In the shadows of the broken wings,
They march to the beat of a cold, dark hymn,
Walking on the bones of angels,
But the light won’t let them in.

The sky will break, the thunder will roar,
The souls they’ve forgotten will rise once more,
And when the ground opens up, they'll see,
What they’ve done to this holy sea.

Walking on the bones of angels,
Treading where the righteous fell,
Upon the sacred grounds of silence,
They're lost but can’t tell.
In the shadows of the broken wings,
They march to the beat of a cold, dark hymn,
Walking on the bones of angels,
But the light won’t let them in.

They’ll walk forever, never to ascend,
For the bones of angels will not bend.