My angels,
drenched with sin,
wings torn so deep from within.
Declare your pain,
mark down every single name.
Make them sting,
cut their final string.
Sing of our dreadful deed.
My angels,
drenched with sin,
wings torn so deep from within.
Declare your pain,
mark down every single name.
Make them sting,
cut their final string.
Sing of our dreadful deed.
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