Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my naked soul.
It crushes me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the barren land.
In agony I cry out
while the Reaper takes my hand.
Now alone, my cry of mercy are finally heard.
This is my salvation
My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my naked soul.
It crushes me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the barren land.
In agony I cry out
while the Reaper takes my hand.
Now alone, my cry of mercy are finally heard.
This is my salvation