Down within the bowels of hell where no one dares to go
there lives a fallen angel , his mask as white as snow,
and there in the darkness his music takes flight
bringing with it hope of redemption in the night
his lair, dark and dreary, could be seen as far to much
all it lack's however is the warmth of a women's touch
it once embraced another, a protégé per say
who didn't see the beauty in the fading light of day
she lacked the passion to see beyond the petty world above
and more importantly she missed the wonder that was another's love
and so now he waits there alone and desolate once more
where no one will think of him as the phantom from the lore
he will be there till the bitter end, when his bones just fade to dust
the angel stuck in the devil's world, want for companionship a must
his beautiful music never reaching anyone who cares
the old angel of his world disappeared with her chestnut hair
the darkness it will swallow him , embrace him, hold him tight
never relenting in it's mercy , it's forgiveness and it's might