FALLEN I repeat this like a spell: “Fallen angels go to hell” Down to town of the cry There the ashes falls from sky. I repeat this like a pray: Fallen angel, go away, Bless the fear, bless the worm You will find your real home.
I repeat it ones again: Fallen angel, bless the pain, It will cicatrize the hole. Purify your ugly soul. In the deepest Silent Hill Everything’s becoming clear. Ash is dancing in the air. Find the light deep in the mare.
Bleeding scars still feel the sky. But you can no longer fly. Bury and forget the wings, Broken by your own deeds. We’re forsaken by the god, Children of the perfect world. Keep the scars under the shell. Fallen angel, bless your hell.