• Your angels fly on broken wings
    They fall into dark and become the lost
    The lost wander;
    unprotected
    Disconnected from reality
    Forever searching for a way out
    Finding only dead ends
    At these ends of ill repute
    Corpses pile like church towers
    High and mighty
    The lost become the damned
    Guarding those towers
    For the rest of a slow eternity
    Gathering the souls
    Of a similar breed
    The lost they once where