Fallen Angels

The prince of the power of the air Doesn't even really seem to care Lucifer was in heaven once A shining light to his domain The he let his pride get in the way Was thrown out of heaven Taking one third of the angels with him Spreading there disease of evil & hate Not a cause for faith only evil Many today are being caught in the middle playing second fiddle There eyes are being blinded by Satan Eyes with tombstones in there head It's the walking dead face full of lead They come to kill, steal & destroy This is their chief aim & ploy They disguise themselves as angels of light Blackened stench of caged fury in the night There is no escape for them my friend A miserable lot of sin with long viscous fangs That bite dripping blood off side They long to run away & hide From the true light cause they love the darkness Many follow after their plan Instead of ever trusting in the master plan