• Like an angel of misery
    You fly away on broken wings
    Feathers falling like tears
    Stained red by the blood of innocents
    Their silent cries are never heard
    Only can they be seen as scars
    Razor blades that chase away the pain,
    if only for a moment
    But they all know,
    that to find their wings
    They must breathe their last
    In death they're freed
    In death they fly away,
    as angels of misery
    On wings of blood and misery.