On the verge of tears

Once at night i sat among mortals
afraid of what the future would bring
drowning dreams in polluted visions
as i heard the mourning angel sing
A bloody wing came in sight on the ground
bestially slaughtered by the hordes of those
who didn't see the light
The prophecy of a spiritual deed
seems to increase in moments
where the morbid mental activity comes into force
You will ride through the dark meadow
Once at down i sat among mortals
weeping over the loss of a shadow
at went on a journey withdrawn
skywards you'll met the silver-tongued
Memories will clean the hoofs
and contain the falling stone from your heart