Angels cry too when they fallen with their wings torn down each by the wind, they look freezes, but still it burns when it's turning off With deep cuts and blood dripping always prisoners, but they still run freely screaming towards the sky, crying never stopping heavy chains are tight around their feet so they can't fly and have bloody eyes so they can't see the sun and ripped clothes They are fallen angels the nightly demon that slowly walks with bear fut and nobody hear him he cries bitterly with dry tears and the moon hides in his cold look...