Appears the firey monster from a banished land
A blood stanied sword rests is its giant hand
In crawls the angel week from heaven
Captured from light, beaten, and enslaven

Crying to the demon for happyness and rejoice
Out comes laughter in its deep voice
"Be gone oh angel whom serves the lord!"
Says the king of the demon horde

Desperatly she crys for forgiveness and repent
Knowing her time is all but spent
Laughing still the demon circles in the fire light
Gleaming his sword shiny and bright

An angel from heaven, an angel form hell
Brought together in one dark dwell
A demon monster with a blood stained sword
A wheeping angel, once caughted and lured

A peaceful grin comes across her face
Lightly she stands keeping the demon's pace
The demon laughs as he notices her move
As if her movement were only to sooth

Smiling with pointed teeth he walks slowly
Telling her her death comes soon oh so cooly
She smiles as she chants the gods prayer
Hopeing to be rid of this foul lair

Laughing still under a shrine of death
The demon draws his sword for her final breath
She looks up hopeingly, seeing death in his eyes
The Lord's words, were only her demise.

The dieing angel falls the the dark earth
Where she will die, and begin to rebirth