Black Angel

Hon-Ra

Compositor: Wagner De Moraes

My body is tired of fighting
My strength is fading
I see something in front my eyes
A higher energy than the universe

His touch is dirty, disgusting and rotten
Where he passes, leaves his damned brand

Despair, death, destruction, suicide
The devourer of sins can't save us
I see something in front my eyes
A higher energy than the universe

His touch is dirty, disgusting and rotten
Where he passes, leaves his damned brand

Black angel who are you?
A devourer of souls?
Black angel who are you?
What's this evil look that involves my being?