White wings, dirty souls,
They lost themselves,
All of them not controls
What they are doing midnights.
Not devil or cherub,
One between, which fights...
in shadow of darkness,
or maybe death,
which is sometimes coming
To throw out them like a mess.
But their are innocent of our sins
And don"t wanna suffer for us
That"s why he kills
He wanna be like a dust,
When somebody is reduced to ashes.
He is just dead dirty angel,
Who losts his way to the earth
And he"s gonna meet tonight death
To make us burning again.
Cemetery of dead angels
© Copyright: Darkness, 2001
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