Angels

In the glow of the evening sun,
The angel arrives, the angel comes,
With golden skin and golden wings,
An angel whispers, an angel sings,
They're beauty outside but ugly within,
Angels aren't virtue, angels are sin,
All-knowing minds you cannot fool,
Masters of evil, masters of cruel,
Cunning eyes as small as beads,
An angel lures, an angel feeds,
A gentle bite to human skin,
The blood flows out, the blood flows in,
Pointy teeth now stained with red,
A human dying, a human dead,
Sharp claws tear the flesh apart,
To reach their favourite, to reach the heart,
In the glow of the morning rise,
The angel leaves, the angel flies.