The song that angels sing above
Will never be enough
To heal, but to kill everything so dear
The last kind of me
Storm of the silence
No compliance
Long path of pain remorse
Each of us had to walk once
Through the storm
Through the end of the world
Lost paradise in a snowflake
Hidden truth within a rose
Poisoned breath that I take
Won’t warm a hundred frozen dawns
The song the angels sing
Will never heal a betrayed feel
Last prayer will kill my everything I hold so dear
The last kind of me
Tell me what you bear within
Show me what you hold so dear
And I’ll burn it all
Till the very last one
Your dreams will fly high
Through the ashes of Hell right to paradise
You will see once
That there was no compliance
Only a shadow of remorse
Dark veil of immortal curse
You will feel but it’s too late
To rewrite the fate
The days are gone, already passed by
The song the angels sing
Will never heal a betrayed feel
Last prayer will kill my everything I hold so dear
The last kind of me
The song the angels sing
Will never heal a betrayed feel
Last prayer will kill my everything I hold so dear
The last kind of me
Linlin's Poetry 