The City of Fallen Angels


In the City of Fallen Angels,
Hope is beginning to die.
Caught in a web of tangles,
You hear the Saints cry.

In the City of Fallen Angels,
Cherished memories are lost.
Leaving the divine mangled,
Cold, broken and distraught.

In the City of Fallen Angels,
The darkness is closing in.
While the suffocation grows painful,
They fear of the darkness within.

In the City of Fallen Angels,
A new light begins to shine.
Our demons fail to be baneful,
And the city grows divine.

In the City of Fallen Angels,
All begins to be well.
And they send away the dark strangers,
Celebrating with sounds of victory bells.

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