Black Butterflies by Royal Hunt Lyrics
An ancient story once been told and saved within a page
For centuries, yet now it's bound to burn, we've set the stage:
No trial as such, a single match and off you go, no strings attached
Black butterflies, a paper ash appearing swiftly, in a flash
They're prowling; still prowling while scorching wind is howling
Black butterflies are on my sleeve, these signs of guilt would never leave
They're burning, still burning, ascending yet returning
We've been created from above yet govеrned from below
So how on earth wе're better off, all rise! The less we know?
A sudden turn but we're not concerned: as long as books are being burned
Black butterflies, a paper ash appearing swiftly, in a flash
They're prowling; still prowling while scorching wind is howling
Black butterflies are on my sleeve, these signs of guilt would never leave
They're burning, still burning, ascending, returning
Black butterflies are on my hands, this sort of madness never ends, not ever
Forever we'll bear this cross together
For centuries, yet now it's bound to burn, we've set the stage:
No trial as such, a single match and off you go, no strings attached
Black butterflies, a paper ash appearing swiftly, in a flash
They're prowling; still prowling while scorching wind is howling
Black butterflies are on my sleeve, these signs of guilt would never leave
They're burning, still burning, ascending yet returning
We've been created from above yet govеrned from below
So how on earth wе're better off, all rise! The less we know?
A sudden turn but we're not concerned: as long as books are being burned
Black butterflies, a paper ash appearing swiftly, in a flash
They're prowling; still prowling while scorching wind is howling
Black butterflies are on my sleeve, these signs of guilt would never leave
They're burning, still burning, ascending, returning
Black butterflies are on my hands, this sort of madness never ends, not ever
Forever we'll bear this cross together