So salvation here runs the floodnHere dies the lovenThe banner of the ungrantednAnd our darkest daysnThe feelings that were forcednOut of fear without a drop of remorsenNow that the pain is releasednWith cryptic seals and signsnRunning over heartstrings wretched and run drynWhen the feathered begin to fallnWith a voice like glassnBorn to splint and shatternThe touch of sunlightnLike heavens plague, the birth of blacknWith hung halos of wrath and decaynThe furthest of faith, the Rider of PlaguesnOur hands have reached thin of skinnSifted straight to bonenBare and broken as the inventors hopenUnseen by the believednUnbelieved by all who seenSo when you become every dream abhorrednA being so bitter not worth the weight of ice in his wordsnWith a voice like glassnBorn to splint and shatternThe touch of sunlightnLike heavens plague, the birth of blacknWith hung halos of wrath and decaynThe furthest of faith, the Rider of PlaguesnWith a voice just like glassnBorn to splint and born to shatternThe touch of sunlightnLike heavens plague, the birth of blacknWith hung halos of wrath and decaynThe furthest of faith, the Rider of Plagues