(Verse 1) Beneath the shattered steeple's light, He preached of hope, he healed the blight, A shepherd’s heart, so pure, so grand, Till gold and whispers stained his hand. The bells that rang for holy grace, Now echo lies he can't erase, The sermons drowned in blood and bone, A saint betrayed upon his throne. (Chorus) ☩ "I am the one-winged prayer, The fallen sky, the whispered dare, Chosen by God, or cursed instead? Feathers of faith, now stained in red..." ☩ (Verse 2) The plague, the stone, the creeping dread, He watched the faithful fall, all dead, In desperate faith, he took the cure, But found the rot grew ever pure. His twisted form, his broken vow, No congregation kneels now, A beast that hides behind the cross, A kingdom blind to what it lost. (Chorus) ☩ "I am the one-winged prayer, The fallen sky, the whispered dare, Chosen by God, or cursed instead? Feathers of faith, now stained in red..." ☩ (Bridge) "The Arm of God... my final sin, A saint without, a beast within, I see no angels, only lies, And monsters born from hopeful eyes..." (Final Chorus) ☩ "I was the one-winged prayer, But faith and greed make fools unaware, Chosen or cursed, I cannot say... The one-winged prayer fades… away..." ☩
