Down the angel falls heavily from the sky The dark ones take all To see what they can find They will break God's law Just to see the light Scalpel in hand Scissors in the other Saws cut the gland They are angel dissectors First they lob off the wings Then they remove its heart They gut and smash holy things Place it's organs inside the cart Death to angels, they sing Scalp out it's all-seeing eyes Throw useless parts into the night Destroy what's not our kind Let's gut out it's fucking spine Scalpel in hand Scissors in the other Saws cut the gland They are angel dissectors