作词 : Emerson, Jackson
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
They asked me what they thought has just clouded my eye
I told them that Azrael looked down and their declined
What great thought if any trusts the landscape of your mind
I told them that Azrael looks down on you from behind
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
I told them what they asked while holding my breath
That Azrael on wings of death collects his pound of flesh
I told them what they asked, while holding my breath
Azrael the angel brings only death
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela…