The Angels Cry Tears of BloodThe angels cry tears of crimson blood, The demons weep a rainy flood. What is gained is always lost, You cannot gain without a cost.The Angels Cry Tears of Blood
Spades and clubs, diamonds and hearts, A thousand blades that pierce like darts. Mixed with rain and a touch of fear, Drips from the skin like a solemn tear.
Can you see through the confusion? This constant lie is a sick illusion. Can you find me in the pouring rain, Singing a song of forgotten pain.
What is earned is always forgotten, The bleeding flesh is far from rotten. Echoing through the empty hearse,&n
