Thow crawl forth from ink black flame
to one who took on all the blame
you may force me upon this game
but you're still an angel to me
you may sprout forked tail and horn
you may have been summoned, created, not born
you may have caused harm to enemies sworn
but you're still an angel to me
black and white may be called stark
turning gears may not a heart
may one story a tragedy start
but you're still an angel to me
they may say thy a demon, spawned in sad hell
when those who were left were no more than shells
yet my heart carries the tune of broken bell
yearning to help, to make you see
no matter what, you're an angel to me