The Angle Of Death
Bloody Black Rose, hollow dark soul.
Rage of anger, heart turns cold.
Comes silent in the night and swipes lost souls.
Dark Black Hood, eyes hollow like wood.
The angle of death is black and in full attack.
Lack of life, no soul to fight.
Fallen of dark snow and night.
Love turns to hate, happy turns to rage.
Here it comes following your cry in the night, ready to feed on
Your fright. Staring this dark thing in
It’s face.
Your soul it’s lost but your body stands tall. The angle of death
Swipes you away, one less soul
On this Earth to stay.
(2013)
