Used To Be An Angel - Magica

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