Spewed deck of cards
And the ace of spades
Isn’t enough
Find my anger at your door
Darker than the spades
Devil in his hate
Open you eyes to me
And wash the blood I bleed
Happy to be Vicious
These days of immorality
Fallen Angels
That fall from the sky
And continue to sing
The songs of heaven
The stars all fall tonight
And dine with us in our might
Bad blood burning bright scarlet tears
No devil born
No thorns and horns
We our the fallen Angels
Once walking in the clouds, in the light
But wings clipped and forget how to fly
Bright Halos fade
Distorted good
Lost love
This venom in the blood
Each pump of blood
Circulating
Beating from the heart
To the fist
To the arms
To the brain
Soul enduring still
A demon in the land of devils
Walking with a soul from the realm of Angels
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