Black clouds, they hang about your head,
As judgment billows from ashes
Black clouds, they hang about your head,
As judgment billows from ashes
The path you chose is winding down fast,
You dug your grave now in it you must lie

Soaring through space from another place,
Comes the dying angel
Fly high tonight for this is the flight of
The dying angel

Misguided fool forever lost,
Directionless in your very spite
Your way was hate and greed and deceit,
Ugliness shines through all that's void inside

[Chorus]

Your foundations crumble as you fall unaware,
Fear cripples you as you realize
That path you chose has wound down,
You dug your grave, in it you must lie