Pale dying thing

She was a pale dying thing.

In the end god took her home leaving him behind.

He can never cry its only dry beneath his eyes.

His pain is unstoppable.

The pain never gives in.

Soon hes dying and lying next her.
 

Angels cry for him the song of death

It  can be heard through all of time.

She's crying now.

Her tears are eternal.

She will never die.

Sing the anthem of the angels with their last goodbye