Next to me passing my soul position,
it has her arms in my
strong wings, which are sometimes
the storm broke loose in the throes of the shoulder bones.
The heel of the evil lurks,
to tighten their stride, wants me to achieve.
Black Angel carrying stones
a record of huge, it you
your name will she writes.
For you are dead to me about
Until the day when you broke my soul.
I'll never not want you to see
I do not hear your voice. I do not listen to your heart.