Letras:
Darkest Hour Broken Wings

[instrumental]

Tradução: Hora más oscura. Broken Wings.

art Of living, where their lips were meant to taste A sort of feline stealth they wear about them And while a flame of innocence they hold In forests dark

it is in my hands, I must not fail, I must not fail. Even through the darkest days, this fire burns, always. this fire burns, always. This is the broken

m over, I'm broken Strung out with wings of the dawn Hole in the black soul in the storm Torn down through the cracks in the dark We're miles adrift

tongues, the black breath in my lungs I won't allow it Where the cowards live under the dirt in the flowers Ready to come up in the darkest hour It ain

be anyone for you Anyone Out on the interstate Play my radio and I confessed all my sins Been driven seven hours Still got three to go It always ends where it begins You got your broken wings

[Part 1: Decent] Deep underground it lies hidden and waits A demon seed man or beast a tragic fate A dark secret of one thousand years An experiment

anymore Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring I finally get what my wings are for I finally get what my wings are for You came by when everything was broken