and my Merlins fly Tonight, on Silver Wings I'am soaring through the mountains of the moon On Silver Wings Flying where no angels fly On Silver Wings
the Towns become the ghosts of time Over borders that divide the Earthbound tribes No creed and no religion Just a hundred winged souls We will ride this thunderbird Silver
magazine dust Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust This is just jail for those who must Get up in the morning & fight for such unusable standards While weeping maidens
