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It was from a scarlet sky that an angel looked down

It was on a misty morning that I called her name

With a black and sceaming chant

I made an angel fall

With the wind of storms and oceans I nestled her flight

From the purple sky at dusk, to my bottomless pit

With a grim darkened stare

I made an angel fall

I

Made an angel fall

And burnt

Her wings

I

Tore an angel down

And cried

For her

In my endless mourning lands, under a scarlet sky

Facing ebony waves, there I fiercely stood

Neither swords nor magic will harm

This angel that fell

I

Made an angel fall

And burnt

Her wings

I

Tore an angel down

And cried

For her