Gothsemo

A broken angel or so its' been told,

her life for the taking, her soul have been sold.

A world she travels, dark and cold is how it feel.

A promise she holds, but for it was held wit ha broken seal.

"Fly my raven messenger fly!

Soar above me high into the sky"

Words she'll shed when days turned into dark,

wires take her down, tying her to a tree's bark.

For she said your words she'll never leave unsaid,

so make it your deal, it was a lie instead.

She'll travel in your forsaken memory,

coz you faked the person who you were meant to be.

The sky will forever cry with her, soaking the earth with blood.

Broken are the angel's wings, lying there covered with the flood.

Your life you play is just as much as a fake,

you never had a broken heart that devils take!

On the wings of the raven she will fly.

Soaring above you, high in the darkened sky.

Soon you will feel what's been missin,

not your life but the life you keep dissin!