She sleeps in her dark room clung to the ceiling With her blackened wings wrapped around her She used to be an angel of the lord
Her bright white silky feathers Were long long time ago Covered by the filth From the sins of the humans she saved
Her dark black tainted leather Is poisoned with the cries of a thousand lives Taken away in pain
Her blade once holy fire Was desecrated by unrighteous blood Swallowed in ages of crusades
Lips that I once desired Are mangled now with hate and venomous Dead roses with a deadly touch
And she hears them crying And she hears them dying Every single day over and over And she hears them crying And she sees them dying In every single way
She used to be an angel, angel of the lord But now that she has fallen, all our hopes are gone
And she hears them crying And she hears them dying Every single day over and over And she hears them crying And she sees them dying In every single way
