Archangel (feat. David Ian)
Code: Red Core
Confession an action of obsession
My glory's your condemnation
Egregious, lovely depression
The rules of God into redemption
Devotion, the mark of the illusion
Is the the fact of a common fission?
The outline of scars of pride never fade
Hatred multiplying every day
Fallen from grace your tongues are like blades
Manipulative your victims you portray
All wounds were in the past crushed by the truth
Left with those perfect wings, a face of radiant youth
No chains they lived in freedom, with bold autonomy
Enveloped themselves in mantles of lustruous ivory
Cast down a third of Heaven
Go forth, defile the wombs of virgins
Insubordinate and torn asunder
Your bastard brood motionless underwater
Arrogance undone, completely unfurled
You're a myth in this world
With new eyes experiencing pain
Obeying a rythm wildly
With more sweet revering love
With more sweet revering love