Once a beacon in celestial light, Now a shadow, lost in endless night. Crimson wings in ruins, torn and frayed, A fallen angel's fate, in darkness laid. In the depths where the black fate calls, Echoes of despair through shattered walls. Hope’s remnants fade, swallowed by the void, A broken soul, forever destroyed. See the ruins of the fallen, in the darkened sky, A black fate’s grip, where the shadows lie. In the silence, hear the sorrow's tune, The angel’s tears beneath the blackened moon. Fallen grace and the weight of sin, Trapped in a fate where darkness begins. Once a star that guided the lost, Now a specter, paying a heavy cost. Every whisper of the night’s cruel design, Tells a tale of the ruined, lost divine. In the abyss where light is banned, The fallen’s cries echo through the land. See the ruins of the fallen, in the darkened sky, A black fate’s grip, where the shadows lie. In the silence, hear the sorrow's tune, The angel’s tears beneath the blackened moon. Through the broken dreams and endless blight, The angel wanders, shrouded in night. A fate so dark, it steals the light, Lost forever, in eternal fight. See the ruins of the fallen, in the darkened sky, A black fate’s grip, where the shadows lie. In the silence, hear the sorrow's tune, The angel’s tears beneath the blackened moon. As the last echoes fade into the dark, The fallen’s tale leaves its mark. In the silence, where the fates entwine, The ruined angel’s sorrow is confined.