Angels Fall
Here we stand , and here we fight.
Take my hand, and we'll be alright.
Angels fall, and Demons rise.
The retreats been called, cannot believe my eyes.
The End, charges forth to kill.
Goodbye my friend, in this final thrill.
Beautiful Execution, killing all in the path.
Sentencing persecution, bringing forth the wrath.
The day is lost, Sorrow has won.
Death is the cost, to the ill-fated one.
Will you stay, and draw the blade?
We die today, yet I'm not afraid.
This is the only way, there's blood to be repaid.
Foolish victory, fills my head.
No one shall touch thee, as I spill blood red.
I confess, as I scare myself blind.
We're left for dead unless, we change our mind.
Why have you turned your back, you shall cower.
Now I'm on attack, in vengant blood you'll shower.
The dead are left, in the wake of Him.
My lifes theft, grows true as my vision dims.
The chains of death, can no longer hold me.
You'll draw your last breath, you'll pay your fee.
Each day brings me closer to you, your end so tragic.
This day you will rue, your death like beautiful magic.
Your bones shatter, against the wall you crumble.
Nothing you can say will matter, as you begin to stumble.
Your actions grow, so sweetly slow.
The times we've shared, those years I've cared.
We stood, side by side.
Our hearts were good, yet yours has died.
You've killed my sweet love, with your thirstful knife.
Now she's above, praying I take your life.
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