Archangel, dark angel
Lend me Thy light
Through death's veil
Or 'til we have heaven in sight
Darling, do you feel, there is a storm coming our way
The burning light between us is already starting to fade
The fire in our hearts is smothered by the rain
and the crimson flame of passion turns into something gray
And with each drop of blood our shattered hearts ever bleed
something so precious dies and is lost eternally