Don't scrape my fresh wounds like a hellhound,
I'm a fallen angel of broken wings and fainting death,
A stinking rotting odor of blood and flesh on my rotting bones,
I'm a venomous fang, I'll **** you.
I'll tear you up from the chest, crush our ribs
And grotesque your heart under my clenched gnarled fist,
Rinse me in your blood.

I'll drink the sins in wonder of hate,
Under the savagery of my beast soar scream.

I'll burn the wings of fire,
Flicker my joy in the sinful air,
On the plane pale, I'll play the rain in blood,
My throat choked in soot
I'll wander under the fire and wait my thirst to cause drought
Wrench the lands of life,
Gallop all in my hateful eyes
And make a dark world where I'd want to hear writhe,
Screams and cries.

Songs of melancholy overseas should reach,
Elegies must be burned into ember like my innocent heart was once,

Don't leave me on loath,
It's my turn to be an evil destroyer,
An uncontrolled monsterous creature,
On the lead to pave for hell and end peace on slits of sin,
Make me that or I'll end up here
Just as a human or a fallen angel.

It's that insanity caged me in it's fist of innocence,
But I don't want to stay anymore.

Don't scrape on my fresh wounds,
I'll fill you with venom of my hate and pain,
And the aches would be terrible to survive,
Don't make me the fallen angel again!