You can make an angel out of me.
You can make an angel out of me. They are the same as demons this is true.
A conscience choice of allegiance to what is good.
Was God right to bring about the flood?
To destroy the people he created from the mud. Yet, he did it without drawing blood.
If, not the water what evil would.
If, not the water what evil would. Have reigned.
To rain sulphur upon the cities of sin?
Where even angles wings were ripped, and eyes dimmed.
Think of the depravity of the cavern dim.
Think of the depravity of the cavern dim. The blinding light to end the endless night.
Sometimes you fight fire with fire.
And to a God willing to be ruthless with evil I can aspire.
So, it's time to have your wings attired. And realise with power justice is sired.
And remember that in came the messiah.
The prince of Peace promising such wrath Was reserved only for the beast.
And that message of love he beseeched.
Washed away the trivial sin of yesterday.
Cleansed your wings.
It depends where you lay.
With the evil or the good.
You were given a choice by the shedding of the lambs blood.
The spear that pierced his side.
The thorny crown on his head when he died.
Now, it is time.
To unravel your wings.
Angel or Dove.
For we fly high on the words of love