I don't own this amazing song. It belongs to the Wizard Rock band, Ministry of Magic.
Lyrics for 'A Pheonix Lament' by 'Ministry of Magic'
I'm tired and thin,
Haven't slept since the war,
I'm a mess of wounded skin,
Like a wine sack that's been torn.
In the sacred space,
Behind the lids of my eyes,
Mad-Eye darkly holds my gaze,
And I can still see Fredrick's laughing face.
It's not enough,
To say that time,
Can mend my wings,
And one day I'll fly.
It's not enough,
This acheless scar,
Some wounds are still burning,
Let me live as one earning his life.
And we all fall down,
And we all fall down.
It's not enough,
To say that time,
Can mend my wings,
And one day I'll fly.
It's not enough,
This acheless scar,
Some wounds are still burning,
Let me live as one earning his life.
Darkest nights turn into dawns,
Golden lights are chords for songs of love,
Something death cannot erase.