When the cold of winter comes.
Starless nights will follow day.
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain.

I am getting cold. The warmth of life leaches from my bones, fleeing my body. I live but I am not alive. I wish you could see me like this, through your unsighted eyes. Maybe then, your voice would no longer haunt my waking nightmare.

The stars die in the night. I can hear the screaming whispers of their failing. I wonder if this is because of you. Or if it is me. If it is only my evil that darkens the stars. I want to find you and ask you these dark questions, but you are everywhere and you are nowhere. Close enough to speak inside me, you are too far to love, to touch.

When the sun dies I know I will find you. I will see you again. We will walk together in the rain of sorrow, the tears of angels, and I will be able to talk to you once more in the cleansing grief of the world.

But in dreams
I still hear your name
But in dreams
We will meet again.

I hear you calling me in the night; my whole life is lived in the dusk. I exist as a creature of twilight, neither alive nor taken by death. I cannot tell if you see my suffering but I dream of yours. I hear your name whispered with every breath.

So far and so near. You are unreachable, yet you are only a stones throw away. Walking in my sleep, I can feel myself drawing nearer to you. Maybe sometime soon I will see your face. Maybe soon I will find you, meet you once again.

When the seas and mountains fall
And we come to end of days.
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there
I will go there
And back again.

I am destroying the world. I am the One Winged Angel. I am the Angel of Death. My destiny is to bring about the end. My fate is nearly realized, the end is almost here, I can see the world dying around me. I am called to do what I must do, you are calling. When you whisper in my mind, I obey.

Where you lead my thoughts, I follow. If you guide me to hell I would walk behind, every step, walking in your blessing. The blessing of a devil. Call me there, to the end; I will come, but I will trace my forlorn steps back again. Back to the light.