Strange Wings - Savatage

She is a native of the stormy skies, yeah

I, I caught a glimpse from the depths of my eyes

Atop a black winged mare

Casting a wicked stare

She throws her head back

And rides into the night

She flies strange wings

Behind a thin disguise

She flies strange wings

Still tears she cries

Oh I, I followed her

To the brink of dawn, yeah

She, she took control of my very soul, yeah

She’s still a mystery

In her arms I long to be

I don’t know why

I turn and reach to the sky

She flies strange wings

Behind a thin disguise

She flies strange wings

Still tears she cries

She flies strange wings

Behind a thin disguise

She flies strange wings

Still tears she cries

Strange Wings

Behind a thin disguise

Strange Wings

Tears she cries