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theres no love left

i am your black wing-ed angel

come to you at a time of death


(there is no love left

for what i do

there is no love left

for this shit you do

there is no soul left

in this hollow chest

now realease you life to me)

we all create our own hell in our mind

dont worry child

it can only get worse from here

and i wont protect you form myself


so tell me child what does

your black wing-ed angel bring to you

do i bring you...

heaven or hell

pain or pleasure

death and decay or death and relief

what do i bring to you....(chorus X2)

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