Dust filled skies coat an October's dusk
A hazy orange moon rises to scare and fright
Withering cobs lay within forgotten husks
Harvest-time abandoned with the coming night

Withering trees outcast a taste of a world grown chill
The tumbled leaves of amber decay on the ground
Oppressive scents of the past on the wind not still
And upon it there begins a loud, keening sound

Darkness emerges fearlessly as the sun finally falls
And the shapes of a black force begins to take wing
Noble and pauper, together. clutching within their walls
As a many-voiced chorus can now be heard to sing

"The evil in your hearts lets us hold sway
We'll take you by night and feed in the day
Poor as a mouse, or wear a kings crown
For we are the lice within angel down"

Black wings beat lazily in the heights far above
The hell-spawn creatures come single or by two
Teeth, growing stained, bring an era without love
And with each new sunfall it is begun anew

Time may pass and the torment come to an end
Peace may come to the hearts of man once more
The destruction rebuilt and the wounds will mend
And hope for the future will once again soar

But all things will have their ebb and their flow
They are always watching, waiting to take wing
Hardened the heartbeats of man will again grow
And as their voices rise, together man will cling

"The evil in your hearts lets us hold sway
We'll take you by night and feed in the day
Poor as a mouse, or wear a kings crown
For we are the lice within angel down"