You fell from the demon skies
Like a fiery meteor
In darkest night
I saw your gun metal blue eyes
Die on me
Turning pitch black red
Dead to the world
I felt the wind
Softly take you away
Your blood stained wings
Falling to pieces
A golden tear forms
On your cheek
It speaks of your life
And your great deeds
Broken Seraphim
You were the guardian of hope
You rested your hand on our shoulders
When our heads were bowed
You watched over us
When our faith was dim
And we lost heart
Hold the Michael sword
In your fair hand
One last time
I pray thee
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine
Rest your head now
Softly in my lap
Brave soul
You’re going
Home
