An angel with charred wings is still an angel
A demon with no horns is still a demon
No matter what it seems
But a person with no heart
Is no human at all
But a monster brought up from the dark
Waiting for the call
An angel with charred wings is still an angel
A demon with no horns is still a demon
No matter what it seems
But a person with no heart
Is no human at all
But a monster brought up from the dark
Waiting for the call