Broken wings of anger
Spirit covered with hate
Burning eyes slain with curses
His harp that once sounded with praises
Vanished and moaning in pain

Paint vanity while grieving
Burning the flesh with his own
The moon freezes with his voice
Remembering the night of his fall
When faceless god saw him and call

I shall give you the world
The weakness of my mortals
With fear and pain savor their flesh
Succumb their crafts to rest

Scorching fire curtains the tears
Oh his silent tears
The sacrifice of losing home
Follow the hands who made your soul
Let go of the will act the scroll
His heart was breaking when he look his fall
When faceless go saw him and call

I shall give you the hands
To punish and bend
Disguise beauty, seal despair
Lead my picturesque destruction
Till they seek my heavenly salvation

Sitting and listening
His harp sounding light
He knew echoed footsteps call
Faceless god would vanish his soul
The blessed night of his fall....