There have never been gods and devils,

but there were people who were turned

into them by others and trapped in divine incarnations.

No act of spawning was my birth

There is no darkness after my dawn

I don't commander chthonian gods

That call for hatred, tears and pain

I just don't know why I have a pair of wings

You come to me and ask for help

You urge me to unleash my wrath

You cry and yell and bag and pray

You chant some words I don't understand

Is it 'cause I have a pair of wings?

The rites are drawn to celebrate

The fall that never happened

Over and over you kill the same god

Whose name I don't even know

Would you do the same

If I shed my pair of wings?