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The Damnation Of A Dark Angel
Your wings soaked in blood
Of the war that you have started
Are you happy about what you’ve done?
Are you happy you just murdered your father?
You wanted to overthrow the gods
Said they were blasphemous and insane
You got yourself way above your head
And now you’re covered in your father’s blood
The dark angel you are was not as you were meant
To be so unruly and so self-obsessed
You were meant to be a figure of elegance and beauty
But you were corrupt and wanted the throne
He tried to stop you, tried to save your soul
Put you payed no heed and marched on
He would not let you pass and watch you die
So out your sword came and slid through his throat
His black blood flowed from his veins
Soaking everything close by
Including your sword and your body
Dampening your wings so you could not escape in flight
When you realize what you had done
We all could see the pain inside your eyes
You thought you would do anything for the throne
And you just realized your own limits too late
I know you’re wishing you could take it back
Wishing you could plead to me to bring him back
Without your cries falling about unforgiving ears
You’ve done what is done now suffer from your greed
The gods laugh at your sudden torment
You wanted to spill their blood and steal their throne
But now it is clear why they never worried
For the only blood spilt would be from your own kin
You run away in shame and sadness
But no amount of tears you’ll ever shed
Will get you any sympathy for your sins
Especially from the Reaper who awaits you soon I’m sure
What army that followed you has abandoned you
What is left of you has been broken
You are no longer respected among us
The blood you have shed is inexcusable
The gods will hunt you down in time
But some say they will never need to
Either way one thing is for certain
You will be dead soon either way
Your name has appeared upon my list
Marking the fate that is too easy for you
Your soul to be reaped away from your body
I say you still deserve more suffering
Hopefully Satan drags you to his Hell
And makes you relive that day over and over
One way or another you’re condemned to death
Whether it be by murder or suicide
Your sorrows surpass all else you feel now
Even with the threat of the gods themselves
Coming to kill you in sadistic blood
You don’t fear them or the Reaper anymore
You dampen your wings so they will not unfold
And you take the rope and begin tying
The knot that you intend to take your life with
As you hope for mercy so I’ll take your soul
I guess you had forgotten what happens after death
Your soul could be reincarnated or even sent to Hell
I don’t have to send you to the valley with my mother
And I don’t at all intend to send you there
So as you fall you think that your pain is over
No not a chance for it has yet to take full bearing
For I am sending you to father off in Hell
For him to torture you with your own memories
You’re going to lay there in Hell
Re-living that day over and over again
While simultaneously burning from the icy flames
And I don’t feel an ounce of pity for you
Owned by Dustin Smith: Bastardofbodom666
Of the war that you have started
Are you happy about what you’ve done?
Are you happy you just murdered your father?
You wanted to overthrow the gods
Said they were blasphemous and insane
You got yourself way above your head
And now you’re covered in your father’s blood
The dark angel you are was not as you were meant
To be so unruly and so self-obsessed
You were meant to be a figure of elegance and beauty
But you were corrupt and wanted the throne
He tried to stop you, tried to save your soul
Put you payed no heed and marched on
He would not let you pass and watch you die
So out your sword came and slid through his throat
His black blood flowed from his veins
Soaking everything close by
Including your sword and your body
Dampening your wings so you could not escape in flight
When you realize what you had done
We all could see the pain inside your eyes
You thought you would do anything for the throne
And you just realized your own limits too late
I know you’re wishing you could take it back
Wishing you could plead to me to bring him back
Without your cries falling about unforgiving ears
You’ve done what is done now suffer from your greed
The gods laugh at your sudden torment
You wanted to spill their blood and steal their throne
But now it is clear why they never worried
For the only blood spilt would be from your own kin
You run away in shame and sadness
But no amount of tears you’ll ever shed
Will get you any sympathy for your sins
Especially from the Reaper who awaits you soon I’m sure
What army that followed you has abandoned you
What is left of you has been broken
You are no longer respected among us
The blood you have shed is inexcusable
The gods will hunt you down in time
But some say they will never need to
Either way one thing is for certain
You will be dead soon either way
Your name has appeared upon my list
Marking the fate that is too easy for you
Your soul to be reaped away from your body
I say you still deserve more suffering
Hopefully Satan drags you to his Hell
And makes you relive that day over and over
One way or another you’re condemned to death
Whether it be by murder or suicide
Your sorrows surpass all else you feel now
Even with the threat of the gods themselves
Coming to kill you in sadistic blood
You don’t fear them or the Reaper anymore
You dampen your wings so they will not unfold
And you take the rope and begin tying
The knot that you intend to take your life with
As you hope for mercy so I’ll take your soul
I guess you had forgotten what happens after death
Your soul could be reincarnated or even sent to Hell
I don’t have to send you to the valley with my mother
And I don’t at all intend to send you there
So as you fall you think that your pain is over
No not a chance for it has yet to take full bearing
For I am sending you to father off in Hell
For him to torture you with your own memories
You’re going to lay there in Hell
Re-living that day over and over again
While simultaneously burning from the icy flames
And I don’t feel an ounce of pity for you
Owned by Dustin Smith: Bastardofbodom666
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