Fallen angel

One feather, two feather,

I’m sitting next to a fallen angel.

His sin is big

You can’t imagen it.

Three feather, four feather…

I’m picking off his feathers.

He looks at me? Asks why?

Cause you treated your soul, to the devil…

You lied!

Five feather, six feather…

A sound comes into my head

Seven feather…

Die! Die! You fool without matter!