• Her wings beating echo through the air
    Almost in tune as her heart beats
    Dead of the night all black against black
    Shining bright like the midnight light

    Although she may be dark
    With a kind and tender heart
    Her eyes gleam the deadly crimson
    All in all it's just pure hatred

    What a pitiful lie it breaks her heart
    As the wind blows like a sea
    Love together this is it
    Quite the pitiful death

    Of blood and hatred
    Stab my midnight wings
    And call me mortal
    I shall not fall

    I will live on
    In your hearts
    Like the darkness
    I fly upon.