This angel lays here down on the ground.
You hold in your hand the Devil's invention.
This here is a child who has done no wrong,
A child who still has the glow of Heaven.
You blame this child because of the dark path you've walked.
You believe this child has the reflection of the devil.
But if you look closely you see you are wrong,
This golden child does not show a sign of rust,
But a polished coating that shines heaven's light.
If you slay this child you are not an angel,
But a slave of the devil who's walked too far down the dark path.
This child still has Heaven's protection,
And since a Guardian Angel is not here to protect this child,
I will replace that Angel's place and defend with my light of Heaven.
I may be golden but with rust,
But no person as ages pass shines as they did once.
I will take it all
And fight till my death.