Two angels sit on pillars made of silver and gold
One with wings made of satin and pearls
The others wings made of soot and blood
Two halves of our society
Yet so few grasp this knowledge
For every smile there is a tear
For every sorrow there is a joy
Your fate isn't condemned to everlasting pain
Life finds it's light in moments of total abyss
Sooner or later the moon shall rise
Shedding a pale light on the book of reason
Eventually
You'll learn to smile again