Fallen archangels together, Features of tired old men, Waiting for only one order - To come back - return back again. Rally all banners and standards, Arrows and fragments of swords, Live once again through the Battle Hundred Days and nights. Give back the heavens, And let the homesick quench their thirst, Guild their pathways Gleaming stardust Give back the heavens, Oh, thou the Lord of light and love. Show your compassion, Give their wings back, Give the wings to them... Fallen archangels together, Hard to look straight in their eyes. Desperate, merciless courage Gleams on - their brows in the night They knew - the day wasn't theirs They knew - they would lose the fight But they rose back to their feet, To fight and to die. Give back the heavens, And let the homesick quench their thirst, Guild their pathways Gleaming stardust Give back the heavens, Oh, thou the Lord of light and love. Show your compassion, Give their wings back, Give the wings to them... Somewhere out there a wingless shadow is roaming Lonely and lost is the heart of a wingless nomad Down on this Earth - for aeons and aeons to come Give back the heavens, And let the homesick quench their thirst, Guild their pathways Gleaming stardust Give back the heavens, Oh, thou the Lord of light and love. Show your compassion, Give their wings back, Give the wings to them...
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