Muggnagar


Sinful Angel :

In heaven she was born this temptress of the night.
For angels wept as she burned the bridge and fled.
Into the dark she would find her way.

Oh, my angel of darkness.
My temptress of the night.
Sinful angel, you turn the heavens red.

You have seen the olden kingdom burn.
Fed upon the flesh of god.
Thilled with your growing power.
You betrayed the ones who cared.

Now you are our whore.
Our pet to torture.
The last one to remain.
Now you die, Sinful angel.



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