Gothic Angel

(This is a song...to the tune of angels we have heard on high.)

Angels we have heard a lie!
Grace and kindness have died
Gothic Angels spread thy wings
Fly with me and sing
Morbid thoughts shall consume your soul
Morbid thoughts shall consume your soul
Sweet dreams turn to nightmares
Children tossing in thier beds
Sceans of blood play in their mind
Pain and terror intertwined
Morbid thoughts shall consume your soul
Morbid thoughts shall consume your soul
Light shall leave your eyes at last
As your heart is fadeing fast
To Gothic Angels you\'ve been cast
Black wings have become our mask
Morbid thoughts shall consume your soul
Morbid thoughts shall consume your soul
In a porcilin tub she bleeds
Sick of humanitiy\'s greed
On that fatefull night she cried
No one sees she\'s a beautiful suicide
Morbid thoughts shall consume your soul
Morbid thoughts shall consume your soul