Angels high whose
Wings won't fly soar...
The angel of death is always near
she sleeps in my wake...
It's the drop of doom
We lift our soul less bodies...
Voices of angels going through my head
Dreaming and dreaming of whats to be said...
As i dance to the fire
my heart goes wild...
A lone man breaths heavily
readying himself for war...
I follow him silently
through the shadows i hide...
The Dead have risen,
And They know what to do...
Blood falls from weeping sky,
But all along, the gods were to die...
The demons gather round the pit of fire,
Waiting for the angels to retire...
All i feel is pain
as i stand here...
From whence the dying flames were defeated
Cometh those whom were consumed...