The History Of a Bad Angel

I was rotting for centuries

Finally it's time to reappear

I was trapped for a thousand years

Waiting for my dear

Awaiting my dear

But she was already dead

I walked the entire world

Seeking revenge

And god punished me

There was no forgiveness

So I offered an apple

The first perfection

And had what I deserved

Legends and fictions

About my name

All over the world

Scaring even the strongest of men

Even those who said they were sages

And who feared his fate

I am made of fire

The god of darkness

Walking among mortals

To satisfy my bloodlust

And death

And my dear death

I am made of lies

To scare children and peasants

I'm made of blood

That runs your veins

And goes up to your imagination

I'm an immortal folklore

Taking money from believers

Corrupting minds insane

And blind

I am made of legends

Run around the world

In the shape of damn

While fools fall

I am made of lies