Lips of sin
Which steal your breath
The demon kin's
Sweet kiss of death
With piercing eyes
That do see all
That terrorize
As fires fall
They are the ones
Fallen from grace
Children of stars and suns
With angel's face
Eyes and wings and souls of black
The very essence of true beauty
To bring the chaotic era back
Is their one and only duty
With wings spread wide
They do explore
None can hide
Can you not hear their war cries' allure
With feral growl
And claws held high
Their on the prowl
Their in the sky
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