Oh cursed angel of the light,
Oh blessed angel of the night,
Oh sweet soul that sings so bright,
Now you strayed far from the light

Where are your wings of pristine pale?
Where are your strings of harps so frail?
Where are the ships that once you sailed?
Why are your wings no longer pale?

Drifted far and drifted wide
Without a home, without a guide,
Why must you try to turn and hide
Across the seas so far and wide?

Doomed as darkened dreary death
Without heart beat or sighing breath,
Grinning skull in your soul left
To embrace the cold and damned of death.

How did you choose, how did you fight
Against the singing, glorious light?
How did you leave, commit your slight?
Against the heavens,
you fought tonight.

...I saw your fall,
(I saw it all)
Your faint and whispered call.
I saw your lies,
I saw you die
This night of cold, of sins so old,
I saw an Angel fall.