Through shadows of misery,
The angels are found,
With blood on their innocent faces,
For they are,
Surpassing their,
Demise.
They torture us,
They come from the sky,
And they claim us as their,
Own.
They live in shadows,
They come to give us our,
Annihilation.
For I sit on a stone floor,
Made of tombstones,
Crying blood tears,
And they absorb it,
Into a storm of,
Darkness.
As the beings from Hell,
Come to execute us all,
For we have committed sins,
And I died for you,
But you,
Ran.
And I died alone,
With blood on my face,
Torment in my soul,
And love for you in my heart.