• When angels deserve to die,
    The skies will start to cry,
    Weeping blood red tears,
    As they remember happier years.

    The clouds turn black with sorrow,
    While they think about tomorrow,
    And what it will bring.

    Will the stars begin to sing?
    Will bells begin to ring?
    Or will the Sun and Moon begin to dim?

    Will the rivers and oceans overflow with blood?
    Murdering innocents with a never ending flood?
    Or will a new light descend?

    The future is unknown,
    Never written in stone.
    Time will always change,
    And people will fix their ways.

    It's a never ending cycle,
    An unbroken circle.