In the middle of the night the bells will ring,to bring joyous thoughts and fantasy dreams.
A warrior of the black,fighting off the war,replenishing the world and what it has in store.
An angle in cloth,leather and hide he flies through the clouds like an ocean tide.
In his own silent dusk with noir piercing eyes and a sword that he keeps right by his side.
He journeys in the dark,the nebulous lace,keeping all the souls content and safe.
So if in the night you hear the chiming of bells,it's just the angle telling you that all is well.
A warrior of the black,fighting off the war,replenishing the world and what it has in store.
An angle in cloth,leather and hide he flies through the clouds like an ocean tide.
In his own silent dusk with noir piercing eyes and a sword that he keeps right by his side.
He journeys in the dark,the nebulous lace,keeping all the souls content and safe.
So if in the night you hear the chiming of bells,it's just the angle telling you that all is well.
