shot down by the hatred in your heart
as he is torn apart
his wings are scorched by the eternal flames of hell
he is consumed within his abominable cell
now the purest of hearts turn to the deadest of black
as Lucifer himself breaks his back
the screams of the innocent ring out across the world
it is now the angle realizes he has lost hold
though it burns so much
he cannot help but feel dead and cold
even to the scorching flames touch
