[Intro] [8-bit wingbeat, cracked bell, dry choir drone] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the world goes white. [Verse 1] The forest stopped without a wind The color left the leaves A scarlet shape across the sun Said rest was what it means I followed shadow through the trees I thought I found a door I didn’t hear the heartbeat thin I only asked for more [Pre-Chorus] Don’t bless the dark that finds you Don’t praise the wings that wait It only loves the living breath Still knocking in your chest [Chorus] Yveltal, Yveltal Saint of the dying mile You wear an ending like a hymn And smile a funeral smile Yveltal, Yveltal Mercy made of red You teach the lost to lay down life Then drink it till they’re dead [Verse 2] They find the bodies standing still With eyes gone pale and wide Their mouths still shaped around a thanks The color will not hide The spring can green a farther hill This circle will not grow A little 8-bit hymn still ticks Inside a cage of bone [Pre-Chorus] Don’t take the peace it offers Don’t kneel to what it steals It sings like church in dying light Then empties what it heals [Chorus] Yveltal, Yveltal Saint of the dying mile You wear an ending like a hymn And smile a funeral smile Yveltal, Yveltal Mercy made of red You teach the lost to lay down life Then drink it till they’re dead [Verse 3] It doesn’t hunt along the ground It hunts the will to live It waits until you call it rest Then shows you what it gives It drinks the hope before the flesh It files you with the spark It leaves a silhouette of white To teach the next one in the dark [Bridge] [Choir] A death-wing saint, the stories wrote That only ends a war They printed it in children’s books So no one asks for more [Lead] That line was never written kind It wasn’t made to warn It was a hunting call in rhyme For anyone still warm [Chorus] Yveltal, Yveltal Red chapel, no way home You fold a body into dust And wear it while you roam Yveltal, Yveltal Cocoon learned a tune You leave the valley quieter And hungrier too soon [Final Chorus] Yveltal, Yveltal Saint of the dying mile You wear an ending like a hymn And smile a funeral smile Yveltal, Yveltal Say it if you dare The wings come down Then nothing living’s there [Outro] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the world goes white Yveltal Amen
