I am the Dark Angel, the Angel of Death

Powers beyond my control stir within my body

Bored with the usual activities

Waiting for new ones

To erase the old ones

So that I, the Dark Angel, the Angel of Death will rise

Within all the blood that’s created

All because of me

Slaves dance around in the room

Only wanting to please

Not caring what they have to do

Willing to die for me, they sing

Willing to kill for me, they dance

They killed for my sake, and now they dance off their sin

And dance they will

Poor mortals never know

When something is enough

Yet they continue

Only to please me

Stupid mortals

Always forget

When everyone dies

Boredom is back again

Mortals

They think they own this world

But they don’t

They are nothing but puppets

Having to do what I tell them to

And they can’t refuse

Because I hold the strings

To their life

Because I am,

The Dark Angel, the Angel of Death