The fallen angel

Something is warm,
Beneath the earth,
I would sacrafice myself,
Just to know the truth,

Just to feel a glimpse,
Of the sorrow and pain,
Just to see the night,
Lit up by the flame,

To hear the thunderous roar,
Echoing through and through,
The sound of all the people,
Begging for a truce,

Or maybe I'd be above,
And never feel the power,
Of the devil when he's mad,
Of the angel gone sour.