Winged Deceivers

The ones that call us are never heard Calling on horses of wings like birds Yelling out to call us home Yet we ignore their vocal tone It starts in slow and begins to grow Goes out loud though supersonic Their calls to us are not ironic Call it fate or call it iconic Answer while the chance is given Whilst you take advantage of the life you're given If you chose to ignore The devil shall soon knock at your door He rides upon a flaming horse trailing us to chose a course Pick and choose your path today No souls will left left astray If you choose to live in a town of rot The call from angels will soon be forgot If you the call from the angels is what you choose don't be fool by their golden noose