• His Angel's voice will save me
    from all my sins and shame.
    Some how he is beautiful,
    with a smile you cannot tame.

    Yet some how he's the darkest
    soul that ever walked the land.
    He'd leave you hanging off a cliff,
    but not before taunting you with his hand.

    But his sweet voice has saved me,
    and forever allowed me to be free.
    And lifted me up above the lies,
    all the murder and the treachery.

    And some how he's disaster
    bringing the world to a bitter end.
    Cutting deep, bleeding wounds
    that time could never hope to mend.

    Yet he is perfect and pure,
    above this world of rot.
    He's the sunlight on my skin
    bringing joy without a thought.

    Still, he hunts and harms wicked
    same as he hunts and harms the good.
    Putting the shadows and night to shame;
    he'd hunt them too if he could.

    He is the passion in my soul
    and the nightmares in my sleep.
    Causing all my laughs and smiles,
    along with every tear I weep.