Silver Wings
Pallbearer * Track #4 On Forgotten Days
Silver Wings Lyrics
Silver wings circle
Portents of a strange past returning
Over bones of crippled behemoths
I tread through the mire
In the mists, I can feel it
Looming as a vulture
Eyes fall upon me
Searching, shifting in judgement
So small, so weak...
Pale in the dimming light of æons
Near the river, I see it
Jet black and silent
Approaching, I'm diminished
By mysteries of 10,000 ages
I cannot remember
From where I came
And I cannot remember
Who I once was
The slow march of time
Turns even the greatest of triumphs
To nothing
Nothing more than sand
Washed into the infinite sea
Silver Wings Q&A
What did Pallbearer say about "Silver Wings"?
I always like to write at least one long, epic song per album. That’s probably my favorite of mine on the album. And it’s kind of concerned with similar ideas as ‘Forgotten Days.’ I think I sort of have a fixation with this sort of concept in general. Just the idea of the unstoppable march of time a...