Fell & Burning
Angel falling from the sky
Black bloodless wings torn assunder
The Raven's kiss cool as night
It took only days for justice to fall under
The kings fire, justice eternal
opossing, shifting, fording the river
When the tainted lights pay the price
Justice will finally avenge itself
When the river flowing with blood
goes toward the moon, the highest hour
The demons swim along
Whips cracking claws breaking skin
The wounds open now
cut deep, red spills over
When the fire burns on skin
doing evil will never have helped
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