It is upon us
The time is nigh
This life of servitude
I would rather die
My heart is empty
My soul is spent
I've made a final vow
Never to repent

I feel his presence
The king is near
Rescue this mortal man
Fate I cannot bear
Now full of loathing
Hate has arrived
Coursing within my veins
Finally alive

The serpent begins to coil around

Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings

I was not born
To be enslaved
I am the lonesome goat
One you cannot save
Dread and repulsion
Intensifies
Bathing within the fire
Dancing in your eyes

Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings

The serpent begins to coil around

Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings
Angel with severed wings