Live in virtue, no desire

In the grave an angel's choir

You look to heaven and wonder why

No one can see them in the sky



Just as the clouds have gone to sleep

Angels can be seen in heaven's keep

Alone in fear they question why

God damn not an angel when I die



Angels live, they never die

Apart from us, behind the sky

They're fading souls who've turned to ice

So ashen white in paradise



Just as the clouds have gone to sleep

Angels can be seen in heaven's keep

Alone in fear they question why

God damn not an angel when I die



God damn an angel when I die

Heaven must be hell in the sky