One night in a graveyard of angels, I was walking,
that night I saw an angel, saw her crying,
her wings broken, torn, hurt, she was dying.

Angel, such a beauty, fallen from the heavens' garden,
I watched her soul escape in the little tears,
to see her there, so deadly wounded, it was a burden,
she was lost, fallen, dying, filled with fears.

She was lying on the cold, white marble plate,
to help her I tried, but I was too late,
in the pool of blood, to die, was her fate.

Angel stared at me, I heard her silent cries,
a pale little form in such red blood,
angel, so fragile with beautiful blue eyes,
in rage I cried, for the next who shall die will be god.

I took angel in my arms, loved, held her near,
gave my warmth, words of hope I whispered in her ear,
god will pay for this crime, my love, do not fear.