The Angel

You fell down from heaven With your twisted, broken wings I can still hear your seven Beautiful sisters who sings

Down, down until you hit the ground I welcome thee to my personal hell And meet you on the misty mound There I will, secretly tell

The winding story of my life It will be a real thrill When I stab you with the sacred knife I won´t be cruel, it´s a mercyful kill

Your blood colors the mound red And your feathers are falling And just before you lie there dead You´ll hear the voices of your sisters calling

And the last thing your divine eyes will see Before you disappear to a better place Are my demons embracing me And the hatred and agony in my face