“Angels Above”

In my crypt I sleep
I wake to a cry and weep
Fear nothing I cannot see
My eyes maintain a steady bleed

For what is real I see an angel in the sky
Seek out God for answers of why
Bless him for what is the answer of the ife you took
Seek out her for repent of taking another look
Look at the cross for her lifeless love hangs in balance
With all that evolves around love

Nothing to love
Nothing to care
Nothing to be aware
For the angels take of their helms
Battle tense as they march

War in my mind
My body
And soul

Nothing is right, all is wrong
The mile for salavation is
A harsh long trek
Shipwrecks and sails torn
My hip with along a thorn
Crown of ages I found nothing

By Angelkorpse von Abaddon

a punk who is in a messed up world, trying to find fellowship of other punks