Fallen.
On the ground lay bloody feathers
A war that tore a family apart
heavenly being you fell too far.
the hands that carved your wings strikes you down
why such hate for these beings that your brothers protect?
is it because they bleed and kill in your father's name?
Sitting in a forsaken palace your hate grows,
for jealousy consumes even the most pure of heart
why does your face twist from pain and anger?
You were once beautiful as the sun itself.
But now in this hot paradise of evil you rot and turn cold
Beautiful creature look how far you've fallen,
deceitful lies become your soul and murder fill your blackened eyes
Devils and demons surround your burning throne.
Your darkest day has hold at last
King of a new heaven you punish crimes of life
Hear their pleas for mercy as you rip the flesh from bone
This is your punishment as well.
Never wanted to truly leave your sky filled home
Your crying can be heard by the humans you so hate
Never dieing is the rotting beast that you've become
How is it you still love your father for such a fate?
you destroy what he made, whether mind or flesh you feed.
Pitiful creature look at your hands
A war that tore a family apart
heavenly being you fell too far.
the hands that carved your wings strikes you down
why such hate for these beings that your brothers protect?
is it because they bleed and kill in your father's name?
Sitting in a forsaken palace your hate grows,
for jealousy consumes even the most pure of heart
why does your face twist from pain and anger?
You were once beautiful as the sun itself.
But now in this hot paradise of evil you rot and turn cold
Beautiful creature look how far you've fallen,
deceitful lies become your soul and murder fill your blackened eyes
Devils and demons surround your burning throne.
Your darkest day has hold at last
King of a new heaven you punish crimes of life
Hear their pleas for mercy as you rip the flesh from bone
This is your punishment as well.
Never wanted to truly leave your sky filled home
Your crying can be heard by the humans you so hate
Never dieing is the rotting beast that you've become
How is it you still love your father for such a fate?
you destroy what he made, whether mind or flesh you feed.
Pitiful creature look at your hands
No longer heavenly.
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