I am... Thinking of one moment in time, When I felt myself as a part Of something more than a lie The tomorrow's goldbrick, The vertigo of man: How to live tomorrow When you're already dead today?
My hope is fading in the sunset of man Another field trial is coming to the end My wings were broken and crippled since then When I and my fellows fell down from the sky And died...
We are dead angels, lost and forgotten Without holy guidance Or hope for salvation Already dead but forced into life Blessed by nothing but infinite strife
The day will come to return to heaven To conquer divine ground When the pentagram blazes up in the sky We will remember how to fly