Save the Queen / Black Wings

The time is ripe
The mountain gives birth
We not meant
To understand
Our mother
The mind is not
The real seat of soul
As thunder rumbles deep inside
What new things will be born?
Hearts and wings
Are beating black and blocking out the sky
Like a rain of ashes
Witness the children
Born to reclaim
What the firstborn lost
We didn’t care to save her
We didn’t do enough
The night is young
The sky is filled with claws
We me are not meant
To ever
Recover
Do you hear the Black Wings?
Do you hear the Black Wings?