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I am...

Thinking of one moment in time,

When I felt myself as a part

Of something more than a lie

The tomorrow's goldbrick,

The vertigo of man:

How to live tomorrow

When you're already dead today?

My hope is fading in the sunset of man

Another field trial is coming to the end

My wings were broken and crippled since then

When I and my fellows fell down from the sky

And died...

We are dead angels, lost and forgotten

Without holy guidance

Or hope for salvation

Already dead but forced into life

Blessed by nothing but infinite strife

The day will come to return to heaven

To conquer divine ground

When the pentagram blazes up in the sky

We will remember how to fly

The revenge of angels already dead!