Once there was an angel, who stood with enchanted wings.
Though different was his mind, his deeds whispered as crimes.
There was once an angel who fell down from heaven.
The disciples worshipped yet no one prayed for him.
No one heard his cries only the tales of his sins sufficed.
But he didn't stop, he stood strong and fought.
Rose from his ashes, like a phoenix he shine.
The morning star became, the devil with scars.
The precious whole, become the dark soul.
And so The angel who took care, became everyone's worst nightmare.