coda: the nightbirds

god took the night off. he let the will of man prevail. there's a luster in the sky that we cannot see. the nightbirds came to save us, the nightbirds came to set us free, the nightbirds came to give us peace, a rather ironic species, oh what futile shields these arms will be, what desolate silence will thrive at daybreak, on pillows of stone and blankets of ash, we will sleep for one last time. the nightbirds came to save us, the nightbirds came to set us free, the nightbirds came to give us peace, a rather ironic species, tonight we will sleep in peace, tonight we will sleep in pieces. it'll just be another page in the history books, sugar-coated and paraphrased.