Death Angel

I was born a 1000 years ago
Old Gypsies cried at my bed
I got carried by the winds of yore
They took me by my head

I was only recollecting
What the angel was infecting from

Death angel

Then I traveled to the whirlwind shore
Strong on weed and infant fables
Better change your sinful deadly ways
While you are young and able

You'll be only fantasizing
What the angel is agonizing from

Death angel

In the end I became a singing dirge
Of the wind and the forest and the shade
I dropped acid with the kings of oblivion
I laughed like an infant in my grave

It was only realizing
The forever tantalizing hand

Death angel

Cry no more
The child is fed