Текст песни SIG - Wounded angel

A little wounded angel
Is dying in his room.
A little Devil is grinning
While digging him a tomb.

The angel flew in blood-red sky
In the country of black plains.
The devil with a battle cry
Threw a spear of pain.

A little wounded angel
Is dying in his room.
A little devil has almost finished
Digging him a tomb.

The spear stroke him in his chest
Smashing all around.
And carried by the wind of west
He fell on the ground.

A little devil has finished
Digging angel's tomb.
A little wounded angel
Died in his deserted room.