R.For ever'll seek the restless eye
The peace in dawning day;
Unjustified, the day's devoured
By beaks of wicked gray.
The knives of claws, they pierce the dawn
That nobody will meet;
The wings of chaos fence the light,
That darkness will defeat.
And now they cry, their wings are shed,
They thread to sinful ground.
Who'll ever be their sincere friend
In world they have devoured?