hostile visit of a holy man with its fuckin broken wings unfold,
seems to curtain the sky with fuckin darkness.
Its entity is unbecoming; sounds are rare and hollow,
visions so empty, ebony-filled eyes.
It was too late to repent as the angel grabs the soul,
A mortal left with nothing; he gave it all away,
his emotions decay.
He's been thinking of a way,a way to change the case.
But they are drawing near to the justice gate.
One last toast for the wicked, another for a new start.
Drunk in regrets while everything else, burning-4rth degree.
Enthroned in agony by a servant of god.