September 17, 2009
Hark, Hear the Angels Sing,
Through The Trees and Thy Wings,
Iniquity Blows without Faint Care,
Evil Stirs within Thy Heart.

Have Thee Not Heard,
Of One Race Above,
Mortal Yet Damned They Are,
Heed, They Walk Among.

Hark, Hear the Angels Mourn,
Tears Turning Crimson Dark,
Eyes of Death Sullenly Haunt,
Eyes of Malice Stun.

Thee Is Belatedly,
Though Condemned Are We Not,
The Veil of Destiny Shimmers,
As Desired By Those of Afar.

Hark, Hear the Angels Fall,
Through The Clouds They Plummet Unmarked,
Thy Cries Heard Not By Those Surround,
Deaths Secrets Bound With Thee Till the End of All Eternity.

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