• With faces more beautiful than roses,
    Voices sweeter than cantarella,
    Wings darker than night,
    They watch us in secret
    They plot in madness
    With screeches deadlier than Banshee screams
    With claws sharper than diamond
    They wait for the day of return
    The Angels of Oblivion
    Long forgotten, turned to ash
    Come to life from the purgatory
    Become anew and live true life
    Burn brilliantly crimson in the song of sirens