We are the Fallen Ones, Angels Who came when the virgin choir opened their delicate lips.

We, Majestic and Rebellious, offend by Being.

Forbidden Our nourishment, bitter We behold.

Weapons of War and Women, devoid none, for We partake its' elixir.

Fiery, blackened molten earth, relish the ravishment.

When dried bones have black stone wings, We are the Light.