She drowned her sorrows
In the blood of the wicked
Her reflection beholds a strangers stare
Good holds hands with evil
For you cannot have one without the other
"Could you ever forgive me?"
"For the things I've done.."
Fractured, seperated from who she really is
She can no longer recall her sins
Torn pages from her memory
Slowly burning in his presence
Perfection in her innocence
Stripped away by the vice of humanity
Oh, how pure, how graceous
This angel who hath fallen from grace