All the things so bright, have fallen this night
an angel cast from heaven, teardrop in a fire
up in blistering smoke, no time left to breathe
the taste of the tempting fruit.

Eight, seven, six then fight
to get along the trail of the dead
poetry in my mouth.

Beautiful and bright,
you have fallen this night.
a lake of blood that used to be ourselves.

Angel cast from heaven;
feeling the spell, compelled to roam this world
til the end of days, never facing
true judgment day, unwilling to compromise
The hurt.