Lore of the Fallen Angel Love

I

My heart begs to exhume your hard head

To excavate and dredge the deep sorrow

You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead

II

Darker, darker; my heart is the evil I borrow

You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead

My heart begs to exhume your hard head

III

I’ve fallen, fallen, fallen, yet I’m not dead

You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead

My heart begs to exhume your hard head

IV

I clutch onto your ghost as my light starts to go

My heart begs to exhume your hard head

You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead

V

This drowning is a rite of unending dread

You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead

My heart begs to exhume your hard head

VI

My wings torn in fury of my love-lorn deathbed

My heart begs to exhume your hard head

My Halo’s soul dimmed as Death I have wed

You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead