Shadow of the Cloud: Chapter 1

The day draws near when death spreads its wings,

I can feel the anger, and hate, and resentment making its sleep restless,

The time comes when a sacrifice shall be chosen,

To light the path and then perish,

The moment shall bring an angel of death,

To our fragile doors,

I can feel it crying out for blood,

Inside of me, inside of you,

How perfectly like God,

To clear the way for a black angel,

When the heart he tore apart,

Becomes stained by black blood,

He will condemn his creation,

And off will it be cast into darkness.