Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as an avenging sword falls against my neck.
It severs me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the thirsty earth.
In unholy terror I cry out
while death follows.
Now alone, my blood falls upon cold eyes.
This is because of you
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, soulless are we.
the salvation for which you pray
flares once, then dies,
swept away by madness.
all hope must die.
your soul thrives no more.
how could you not understand?
angels surround us, crying,
we have lost our way.
