Once in a time I knew an angel.
Her hair was of gold, but her wings black as darkness.
She hold my hand, all trough the night.
Her whispering voice kept me alive.
She fight the demons away.
With her I was strong, stronger than ever.
It was we forever.
But something dark and cold stood in our way.
Now she\'s just a memory.

Hey my angel of death, where are you now?
Why don\'t you come to rescue me?