The door closes, the angel rose
To tell of a lost soul
Lost in a cave of gold
Filled with the hate of life
Touched by his darkness inside
Flew to the mountain tops of hope
Gentle mind of the innocent ones
Blood drips down his lips
How cold the ice was
His hands burned by the curse
Of the evil one
Dawn raises and lifts the curse
Till the demon come
They hammer in
His emptiness lives
God prays un-heard
Darkness grows
It is all I know
So come for me and my soul
Pray for this sinner
His empty heart made of twisted thought
Long for the days
Of the under real
