Angel of Death

Rose of death,black and blue,
you better run,
fire will come after you,
Red and orange fires light up the sky,
Like a bomb coming from behind,
The night cries,
many people lay and die,
between morning and light,
angels come from a heavenly light,
healing the the very injuries that came from this deadly fight  
but theres always me to take that away
to your very dismay
watch them wither and I
will make them die
I am the Angel of death
And oh my, your times up....