Raging fire in a blackened heart,
Broken lies in a soul that’s dead,
A Fallen angels wings were torn,
By a vicious being, with no dread,
The beings walk the depths of hell by day,
They arise by the glimpse of the first darkness,
Gliding Fast in a silent way,
All angels taken by these beings,
Were cast into a dreary portal,
That lies between life and death,
Their once fragile skin and silky hair,
Lay limp against their back,
The only way to kill the beings,
That feed well into the night,
That rest amongst the day,
Is to show them of the light. |
