Angel he claims he once felt
No trace of it is left
To die is gain
Will not cry anymore and in vain
What should we wait for...?
Colder than her lifeless heart
He smiles, celebrates
Tranquil eyes,
Looking at us, he says a prayer
Life goes on
He questions not her torment
He fears not how it ends
Thoughts of his bride
Will dry all his tears
What should we wait for ?
It's party time!
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