Your ink runs deep
Tracing the lines
Augment the hollow
And all it confines
Ye Fallen Angel
With a thirst for light
A hundred years
My second sight
The world has turned
Their faces changing
Are my eyes blurring
Yellowed and aging
Ye Fallen Angel
With a thirst for light
A hundred years
My second sight
Written texts outline your body
Nephilim doctrine eons in age
I've read every single word
Page after tumescent page
Confined to dust
Religions fading
I'm on my knees
Patiently waiting
Ye Fallen Angel
With a thirst for light
A hundred years
My second sight