Where Dead Angels Lie

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Their slovenly garments

Dipped in filth, tainted porcelain

Scattered feathers ripped from their back

Wings of raven black

Drowned of sorrow did they

As in a tomb where they lay

Fallen from the calm

They were not saved

Where dead angels lie

The world grieves with tears they cry

Buried angels under the moonlit night

Glistening graves made a sight

A rose for the dead

Wilted with dread

Dried in black

Matched their torn wings

Weeping fills the air as it howls and sings

Blood dropped from the rose on their grave

It shed painfully and slowly

Where dead angels lie

Where dead angels lie

The world grives with tears they cry

As with sorrow they died...