The ashes of an angel's wingsnBlown across your pathwaynWere tied down to the path of othersnFace yourself in the mirrornnNow's the time left in eternitynYou'll pay your dues on judgement day,nTo mutineers' with heads held highnFor the others, glasses raisednHigh in wakes of lifennWait, wait for the end;nHere it matters when you're alone.nnEchoes of memories will always returnnTo those who believe in star crossed linesnNow we await that day.nWalk the line when you've got one chance to stay alivenWeak prevail this time we're gods, its clear we're godsnnNo fucking memories of the battle,nA thousand lightsnWill this ever change now?nBurn out, these weeks end deadnnWe have the time!