Through the Heart of Angels

at the ends of the earth the battle cries echo/through the heart of angels and the angels arise/arise from death/and to the scattered bodies they go/to reclaim the numberless faces of souls
all who the flood put under and who the fire overthrew/all who had war,death,and age...and tyrannies/all were slain/and you whose eyes shall behold the angels sweet kiss from her tender lips/and never taste the bitternessof death woe upon your tongue
but please let them sleep and let me mourn a grave/for it`s far too late to ask for absolutionof killing their grace/while were there ,here on this lowly groung/teach me how to repent for that is just as good/and the deepest of all my tears rise up into my throat/and who whose eyes shall behold the angels sweet kiss from her tender lips/and never taste the bitterness of death woe upon your tongue
for if above all these, my sins overflow/and the deepest of all my tears rise up into my throat/ and slice the vein as if they sealed my amnesty/with my blood/and my heart ran dry with my blood