• Among the graves, the Angel weeps
    While all around the demon creeps
    Granted a reprieve from hell
    To frolic where the mortals fell

    The angel sits there all alone
    Save for his fellows carved in stone
    And as the light fades from the sky
    Bows his head and waits to die

    In ecstasy the demon feeds
    To satisfy its masters needs
    The angel casts his eyes on high
    But never once does he ask why

    His blood pours out upon the ground
    Still he makes not a single sound
    A tear falls down at his last breath
    So beautiful and pure in death

    Then falls the rain as heaven weeps
    Upon the angels body as he sleeps
    Among the graves he, lifeless, lies
    Alone save for the ravens cries