Angel Of Death

The air is chilling as the ice, the night both cold and long,

I am waiting, so patiently waiting, for my soul's release,

When will the dark envoy come, to bring me peace?

That bright winged angel of grey shadows and soft mists,

Oh, when will my angel come, to offer me her fatal kiss?

In the darkness, I hear of her lonely song…

It is both inhuman and strange; it seems never to stop,

The screaming and weeping seem to come from the Abyss,

Could it be my dark angel, come to offer me her fatal kiss?

The strange singer is drawing near, her voice high and sharp…

The shadows close in around me, 

The blackness of their wings surrounds me.

I knew that I wouldn’t live to see another bright morn,

Now I am certain, for here comes my angel, like a fearful storm!

I can hear the rhythmic flapping of her black wings,

She descends to greet me, her smile as beautiful as it can be…

Clothed in robes spun from darkness and fear.

Yet, for me, she sheds a single crimson tear…

The night is no longer cold; the air is no longer chill,

My dark musician is with me, her voice: no longer high.

She sings now the smoothing hymn as for a loved one lost to all,

And from her dark and gentle eyes, a thousand red tears fall!

She takes me up into her strong arms,

And to my angel, I am lost, as a maiden to her lover's charms.