From gods above, he fell...
His wings are bruised, his wings are cut...
And he bled profusely.
I felt so bad watching him fall...
I felt his pain as mine,
For when the fallen angel cries,
The clouds help blacken the skies,
The rain is cold, the sun is gone...
The blood rains down upon the land,
The demons smile, the humans can't,
Poor angel, I do feel for him.
Poor angel, I do feel for him.
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