Dead Angel - Candlemass

You are the gospel that is spread

A mighty voice, the rhymes of the dead

The bible of the holy rage

A broken angel of this age

The fire in the flesh

God knows I’m still possessed

You are the thunder, earth and sea

A born devil, a saint that deceives

The silent footprints of the wolf

The morning, sun, the saviour that engulfs

I’m an image of perfection

I’m the sunrise, resurrection

You are the sense in all our fears

The very reason of our tears

A ticking warning in my soul

The demon son of my own mould

The fire in the flesh

God knows I’m still possessed

In the eyes of the world

For the roots to the soul

In the songs of the child

The dead angel’s alive

In the eyes of the world

For the roots to the soul

In the heart of the wild

I’m the angel alive