Psyclon Nine
Hymn to the Angel's Descent
Deception thorns and scarsThe heart you held so close to was cold before the warJesus war-bringer sew the seeds of death, bathe this world in flameClipped there wings of mineHeard the angels cryBut they never, never fall for meChrist we bleed for youBut the nails in my wrists were driven further
From Letras Mania