| Song | My Dead Angel |
| Artist | Niobeth |
| Album | Silvery Moonbeams |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| For the blood of the innocents. | |
| For the marked bodies of the children. | |
| For the wounded women. | |
| For the lost souls. | |
| For the stolen innocence. | |
| For the trapped tears. | |
| For the deep sadness of the world. | |
| For you to return to the world. | |
| For there to be hope for those whom | |
| have it snatched from them. | |
| For tomorrow to be worth dawning. | |
| For there to be happiness | |
| where there is hate. | |
| I write a letter for my dead angel. | |
| Please, I ask you, my dead angel, | |
| to return to the world. | |
| A bit of light for darkness. | |
| For you to return to the world... | |
| I write a letter for my dead angel... | |
| A feather for each hurt soul. | |
| A flutter for each injustice. | |
| f your wings could fly again, | |
| if they could embrace | |
| the sorrow of those hurt. | |
| Who will heal the pain? | |
| Who will erase the damage? | |
| Will rancor leave? | |
| If your wings could erase the injustice of those who have suffer. | |
| I write a letter for my dead angel... | |
| My dead angel, | |
| I know why you departed. | |
| Pain is so hard to accept | |
| when it embraces you. | |
| Who will heal the pain? | |
| Who will erase the damage? | |
| How will rancor, | |
| hate and the hole in the chest | |
| be gone? | |
| How will helplessness | |
| and pain depart? | |
| Once again, | |
| Let´s fight, | |
| Let´s shout. | |
| Who will pay for | |
| those marked children? | |
| Who will swallow the filth left | |
| in the world ? | |
| Let´s brandish hope. | |
| Let´s lift the fallen. | |
| Let´s embrace those hurt. | |
| Justice for monsters! |
| For the blood of the innocents. | |
| For the marked bodies of the children. | |
| For the wounded women. | |
| For the lost souls. | |
| For the stolen innocence. | |
| For the trapped tears. | |
| For the deep sadness of the world. | |
| For you to return to the world. | |
| For there to be hope for those whom | |
| have it snatched from them. | |
| For tomorrow to be worth dawning. | |
| For there to be happiness | |
| where there is hate. | |
| I write a letter for my dead angel. | |
| Please, I ask you, my dead angel, | |
| to return to the world. | |
| A bit of light for darkness. | |
| For you to return to the world... | |
| I write a letter for my dead angel... | |
| A feather for each hurt soul. | |
| A flutter for each injustice. | |
| f your wings could fly again, | |
| if they could embrace | |
| the sorrow of those hurt. | |
| Who will heal the pain? | |
| Who will erase the damage? | |
| Will rancor leave? | |
| If your wings could erase the injustice of those who have suffer. | |
| I write a letter for my dead angel... | |
| My dead angel, | |
| I know why you departed. | |
| Pain is so hard to accept | |
| when it embraces you. | |
| Who will heal the pain? | |
| Who will erase the damage? | |
| How will rancor, | |
| hate and the hole in the chest | |
| be gone? | |
| How will helplessness | |
| and pain depart? | |
| Once again, | |
| Let s fight, | |
| Let s shout. | |
| Who will pay for | |
| those marked children? | |
| Who will swallow the filth left | |
| in the world ? | |
| Let s brandish hope. | |
| Let s lift the fallen. | |
| Let s embrace those hurt. | |
| Justice for monsters! |
| For the blood of the innocents. | |
| For the marked bodies of the children. | |
| For the wounded women. | |
| For the lost souls. | |
| For the stolen innocence. | |
| For the trapped tears. | |
| For the deep sadness of the world. | |
| For you to return to the world. | |
| For there to be hope for those whom | |
| have it snatched from them. | |
| For tomorrow to be worth dawning. | |
| For there to be happiness | |
| where there is hate. | |
| I write a letter for my dead angel. | |
| Please, I ask you, my dead angel, | |
| to return to the world. | |
| A bit of light for darkness. | |
| For you to return to the world... | |
| I write a letter for my dead angel... | |
| A feather for each hurt soul. | |
| A flutter for each injustice. | |
| f your wings could fly again, | |
| if they could embrace | |
| the sorrow of those hurt. | |
| Who will heal the pain? | |
| Who will erase the damage? | |
| Will rancor leave? | |
| If your wings could erase the injustice of those who have suffer. | |
| I write a letter for my dead angel... | |
| My dead angel, | |
| I know why you departed. | |
| Pain is so hard to accept | |
| when it embraces you. | |
| Who will heal the pain? | |
| Who will erase the damage? | |
| How will rancor, | |
| hate and the hole in the chest | |
| be gone? | |
| How will helplessness | |
| and pain depart? | |
| Once again, | |
| Let s fight, | |
| Let s shout. | |
| Who will pay for | |
| those marked children? | |
| Who will swallow the filth left | |
| in the world ? | |
| Let s brandish hope. | |
| Let s lift the fallen. | |
| Let s embrace those hurt. | |
| Justice for monsters! |