Photograph taken by, Theresa Jodray...

Wings flap to the beat of the ancient drums
I hear them flying ever so swiftly in
With druid drums of a different time
They tease my senses then

Perhaps just to madden my mind
With their wings beating to a different time
Black in aura moving with their mannequin moves
They play notes in the wind

Chorus by choruses the beat goes on
Carrying the coach of the master of death
Ready to come in the midnight moon
To take away your breath

To the mansion above they'll carry your soul
To sit upon the judgment throne
Gifts of love with golden wings
Then are given the righteous thou

But oh to those whom cross to bare
They'll carry you to flames
Were gnashing of the mind
Will bring to you much pain

Beware the wings that flap to the beat
Of the ancient druid drums
They'll fly ever so swiftly in
When your judgment then has come