Used to Be an Angel

She sleeps in her dark room clung to the ceiling*
 With her blackened wings wrapped around her
 She used to be an angel of the lord
 Her bright white silky feathers
 Were long long time ago
 Covered by the filth
 From the sins of the humans she saved
 Her dark black tainted leather
 Is poisoned with the cries of a thousand lives
 Taken away in pain
 Her blade once holy fire
 Was desecrated by unrighteous blood
 Swallowed in ages of crusades
 Lips that I once desired
 Are mangled now with hate and venomous
 Dead roses with a deadly touch
 And she hears them crying
 And she hears them dying
 Every single day over and over
 And she hears them crying
 And she sees them dying
 In every single way
 She used to be an angel, angel of the lord
 But now that she has fallen, all our hopes are gone
 And she hears them crying
 And she hears them dying
 Every single day over and over
 And she hears them crying
 And she sees them dying
 In every single way