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Dark Angel Bird

Through the night… All night long…
A tragic croaking can be heard…
The voice of an angel keeps calling…
An angel with a bleeding soul is falling…
Dark angel of melancholy
I am a cold tear of misanthropy
Dark angel of suffering
I’m an angstfull whining
You rant poems of pain
In a bitting elegy
Deep red is the color
Of your boundless agony
Dark angel of melancholy
I am a cold tear of misanthropy
Dark angel of suffering
I’m an angstfull whining
An angstfull… An angstfull whinning…
Dark angel bird…
The sadness in your chant
Is my own grief
A mournful melt of tears
Which arises as nightfalls
In your eyes…
I behold the eyes of a soul
A soul with a bleeding heart
And nobody’s love
My existence depends on yours,
My… My soul is as yours,
For… For you I cry
In the cold bare night
Take me beyond infinity
In your moonlight wings
I want to cry out a last scream
I want to fall asleep and dream
I am… I am the Dark Angel Bird…
A poet of tragedies…
I am the Dark Angel Bird…
I am the Dark Angel Bird…
I am the Dark Angel Bird…
Scratch with your deadly claws
Pounce well on, on my chest
Burial ground for autumnal invocations
Sanctuary for a broken love
Selfless I call for you
My soul bleeds for yours,
For you I die…
For you I die…
In the cold…
In the cold…
In the cold bare night
In the cold bare night… In the cold bare night…

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