Golden Purifier

The air is gold and thick with heat
(Here they come, we sit and wait)
The clouds are full of heavy death

The sky it hums, the swarms a mist
(Here they come, we sit and wait)
Can you hear the sound of wings?

To light, to guard, to rule and guide

(Here they come, we sit and wait)

The hungry kings, unhook their beaks
And tear the bones of rotting meat
Tending to the graves, the ground
So all that's left is sand

All that’s left is sand

To light, to guard, to rule and guide

Soaring birds, full of grace
Come and take the bad away
So things decay, so things will grow
Where once was flesh, fresh seeds are sown

The seeds are sown

To light, to guard, to rule and guide

Warm your feathers with the sun
Leave me empty, bring the calm