Face of the angels
stare at me
So dim so cold
so hungry so old

Blood on theyr hands
red as the rose
so pure, so real
eye´s full of tear´s

The wings they had
and now are gone
They have fallen
and now they sing

“Only death is real
Only sorrows are what you feel
Only nightmares are dreams
Only you is what you fear”

As I look at the angels
as I think of theyr words
as I draw up the gun
I feel my freedom
is nea