He was not born of cloud and dove
But carved from terror
Not from love
No halo burned above his head
Just words that woke the guilty dead
He’s just an angel
Cold and fair
He speaks the verdict in the air
No mercy falls from lips so red
An angel loved
An angel dreaded
He writes the page
The city weeps
A promise cut
A vow he keeps
One stroke of ink
A nation’s fall
No prayer escapes that marble hall
He’s just an angel
Cold and fair
He speaks the verdict in the air
No mercy falls from lips so red
An angel loved
An angel dreaded
No star to guide
No gentle art
Just the drumming of a heart
He calls it virtue
Calls it right
And turns the day to endless night
He’s just an angel
Cold and fair
He speaks the verdict in the air
No mercy falls from lips so red
An angel loved
An angel dreaded
