Beautyful wings, thus they glow no more
Eyes blazing light but too impure for her god to hallow
Raped and exiled angel, her fathers whore
Still pure but unlike the one whom shineth in the snow
As the first ray of moon strikes trough her crystal body
Her shelter begins it's symphony
A solid figure on a solemn throne
Bare naked suffer she gloats over alone
Frozen figure all alone in prison like silver palace
She dwells with the echo of her whisper so lonely
Behind her icy cover feeling so helpless
Struggles to sin, but pray she only could
Still behind her tears there was a gentle smile
So futile as her crusade seemed
Never was this rebel that fragile
All was planned to satisfy her greed
"behind the gates of divine, sleeping dead angels sleep
Failure guardian angel, show me where i belong"
"a sinful consecration, dreaming dead angels dream
Wounded guardian angel, purified by the sin"