Behold the Angel of Damnation
In his hands he holds my soul
And in his palms I can feel it
I can feel Fire
It's burning

I look at him and I see darkness
Dressed in silence,
On his back are the Wings of Pestilence
On his wrist he wears his chains
And strung 'round his neck is the sign of Eternity
In Paradise or Damnation

His hair shields the world from his eyes
They pierce the souls with the power of stars
And in his smile is a mockery of the world,
Knowing that all the creations of mankind,
All its children and wonders,
All will come to naught

And he needs neither sword nor scythe to reap the souls of the living
And as he flies he looks down at the world
And in his despise, laughs

Can you hear his mocking cry?