5 June 2012
Their rusty, crooked halos
Their silk gowns, grubby and torn
Starlight wings, battered and broken
Cursing each child that's born
Their masks of fake concern
Hide eyes that blaze like fire
A smile to make your blood run cold
Blessing traitors, murderers, liars
They rain poverty upon our lands
Watch us suffer and die
Laughing with twisted pleasure
As we bleed, we starve, we cry
No one knows what goes on
Beyond the clear blue sky
How the angels are getting stronger
As they cheat, scheme and lie
We're fighting a losing battle
Filled with blood and gore
They will rise victorious
As champions of the war
Angels • Opuss № I