Divine beauty in the purest of form
It's bleached feathers grace the clouds, light reflects off the white as would snow
But the wielder of its flight is colder then you know
Sinner behind the pupils of the innocent show
Luminescent crimson eyes only getting brighter as it glows
Black seeps through the feathers when it will say so
The dye of seven bleeds sin pitcher than the moonless night
Evil Beauty in the purest form.