Guardians of many faces
Howling at the waning moon
Crying for the dying daisles
Messenger, a divination
Ravenously flying back
Has a thousand tricks up his sleeve
Guiding you across the river
Takes you to the other side
Once a fable, now a common myth
Teaching one a way of living
Another what they must unlearn
To become a witch they cannot burn
Oh, they cannot climb up all the walls
That you have left behind
Oh, you have to fly across the sky again to not become a prey
You can see the evil in their eyes as they sing
You were made for hungering
You and all the beasts
Fear and all the ignorance will fuel their fire
Linger on the sky above to gather the crowds
The sign to rid their daughters and their sons of all doubt
Keeping them company while gazing at the sky
The witch holding their hand is but an Angel defiled
Hide away
What you may
In the dark
The gleaming eyes see you anyway
One more night
The town may dream
In their sleep
Days to come may bring nightmares
Every waning moon
The Witch will bring you one lost memory
Dancing with her groom
Growing wings to cross the sky
You can see the evil in their eyes as they sing
You were made for hungering
You and all the beasts
Fear and all the ignorance will fuel their fire
Linger on the sky above to gather the crowds
The sign to rid their daughters and their sons of all doubt
Keeping them company while gazing at the sky
The Witch holding their hands is but an Angel
Like a Witch
Amongst you
Angel Defiled
Angel Defiled