There is a celebration
In the aftermath of the suicide
Moving on far from here
And this cursed and ****** place

Taste the blood
Pouring from the angels heart
That was spilled on the ground
In pure cold blood

It was for you all
So you wouldn't get burned
From the aftermath of
The end of the world

The angels time is a waste
And so was it's life
It tried to help
But in the end got forsaken

And never repayed
For all it has done
The blood on the floor
Will soon be yours

No time to leave
No time to discard
All those sins you've done
All those times you spat in his face

No time for sorrys
No time to repent
It's too far late
Drink the blood from your demon now