Crows cry, hover above
Sensing the darkness that gushes
Through these flaming eyes
Time is drawing near
Sanity is about to slip away
Clouds of unspeakable gloom
Rain of thorns will rip the flesh
Penetrating the fragile bones
Corrupted by diminished faith
Songs of resignation echoes
Just a matter of time
This angel will lose the halo
and will embrace the womb
Womb of the wicked beast
