The Grafy - Trumpets Over Ashes

The angels scream, but they forgot the song Trumpets over ashes, the end's been too long Piano bleeds in broken keys And heaven coughs in minor seas We march through ruins made of glass In techno smoke, the hours pass Our halos rust, our wings uncoil We pray to code, we burn in oil Trumpets over ashes call One last echo before we fall No judgement day, no trumpet blast Just digital ghosts in the aftermath