Fallen Angel
Demote your crown,
Hand me your scepter,
Your wings are to be clipped,
Your divine glow darkened.
Cast into the darkness,
You are to remain unforgiven, forgotten.
The coldness of winter,
Why can't you be more like your brother?
Hand me your scepter,
Your wings are to be clipped,
Your divine glow darkened.
Cast into the darkness,
You are to remain unforgiven, forgotten.
The coldness of winter,
Why can't you be more like your brother?