Forgotten wings of a holy land,
Those of the beauties banned.
Halos broken and held by horns,
Forgotten angel now mourns.
For When The Angels Fall From The Holy Land,
They tumble to hell and are forced to withstand.
Withstand the a pain of torn wings,
Oh how their voice rings.
Their halo and staff long forgotten,
Their shattered songs long been rotten.
Their bloody wings thrown to the fire,
Their holy land once a desire.
Razor red wings perched upon their back,
Deep in their mind happiness is now a lack.
Their hearts were yearning; bleeding,
Their voices numb from pleading.
When The Angels Fall From The Holy Land,
When a devil's cackle is what's left to stand,
God banishes the angels of sin,
And Lucifer strikes his crooked grin.
When an angel falls from Heaven afar,
Off goes their wings, leaving a scar.
Their cries melted into hell's abyss,
Their pleas won't go amiss.
Broken wings dance to the devil's laugh,
Halos shattered, white cloth along with a staff.
These forgotten angels of Heaven's sound,
Why did God not want them around?
For When The Angels Fall From The Holy Land,
They tumble to the pits of hell so unplanned.
Their wings ripped off in Lucifer's rage,
Deep in hell, locked in a cage.
Down, white feathers fall,
Down, where the oddities crawl.
Not one angel has survived his wrath,
Not even a mortal has crossed his path.
Tumbling angels from Heaven above,
As beautiful and pure as a pretty dove.
God damned their sins whatever they were,
Falling angels to hell, where the demons did stir.
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