Self-styled angel, prince or knave
Offer them their souls to save
You never warn them of the price
The freedom that they sacrifice
A hero�s garb you wear with pride
But villain�s thoughts await inside
You cannot hide, your wings are clipped
It seems your halo must have slipped
Now listen well to what I say
Tis you that fears the judgement day
The sentence passed, you lose all hope
Your next caress, the hangman�s rope.
Death
