Biafu (Bat)

In black I search
Blood for Feed
Every rise
I take flight
An eternity
of emptiness
Together we fly
To make grey skies black

Bats soar to the moon
Out of reach we drown afloat

The cruel touch of steel
has warmed become a part
In grey withered stone
Our heart

Bats soar to the moon
Out of reach we drown afloat

Closer
We're closer
Closer
We're Closer