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I saw some angels on black
Their once pure raiment now becloud
With ashes from the burnt earth
Fallen from grace, prone to death
Ye fallen angels!
The world thou roam without aim
Thine places in the hall of praise
Taken by the once frail
Humans whose name are found in the Book
Behold the glory thou forsook
Ye fallen angels!
Furnace burning still
Awaiting thee
Lucifer’s lair
Lucidly entraps thy
Enchanted soul
Never to return home
Thou art fallen!
