The angels falling first

Марина Люттер
The angels falling first
When dying soul is burst
In breathless silence they are crying
Above the body on their hands lying
The pharaon is coming soon
His eyes are watching at the moon
He feels the sorrow of the oceans
Before the last one try to hide emotions
The demons falling last
From distant future and the past
They smile cause can predict the end
Of that unbreakable and neverwinter land…