The Flight Songtext

He sees her face and is compelled to take this flight He knows her soul embodies this, his final plight His heart beats requiem, pounding the rhythm of intent The night speaks fare thee well, the thrashing sea Speaks portent His chest is bared and ready for her hand His chest is bared and ready for her stake Burning, longing, nothing could keep him from her now He flies by the whispering guidance of the clouds This lonely eternity will end this eve within the Arms of Gabrielle The creatures of the night release him to become The dove again His chest is bared and ready for her hand His chest is bared and ready for her stake His chest is bared and ready for her hand His chest is bared and ready for her stake This curse, this need to feed through the centuries Has grown tiring, so she becomes his history The fog breaks and she is there wandering on The jagged cliffs The fortress comes in view as he descends to meet her kiss His chest is bared and ready for her hand His chest is bared and ready for her stake His chest is bared and ready for her hand His chest is bared and ready for her stake His chest is bared and ready for her hand His chest is bared and ready for her stake His chest is bared and ready for her hand His chest is bared and ready for her stake