From P-SA's upcoming album "Grimalkin" available everywhere August 21, 2026 on GEP records.
Slowly Falls the Flying Man
(John Boegehold)
He fell from a state of grace
Cast out from a sacred place
Star-crossed for a thousand years
He prayed through the reign of tears
Where did he go
I don’t know
He woke to a fading flame
Cold souls conjured ancient names
Dredged up from a ghostly mire
He preached to a captive choir
Where did he go
I don’t know
Rising up
Over wells run dry
Burning up
Sparks and embers fly
Tearing up
Maps of mad design
Turn it up
So the silence dies
Daylight ends
As the sun dies down
Calm descends
Over wind-torn towns
Heaven sent
With a will unbound
He defends
As the wolves come round
Slowly falls the flying man
Who flew too near the sun
His dreams have come undone
Now seeks a place to safely land
His wings have burned away
Still he is unafraid
Watching planets as they turn
He begs the universe
To lift this deathly curse
Still one lesson left to learn
His fate has been unsealed
His future now revealed