We creep by on six silent wings
giving the message that we bring
A message of pain and dying
as we go, constantly smiling

All in black, instead of shining bright
black as coal, black as night
We retain our looks as a seraph
you know what their greatest fear is of

We love our job, our bloody glee
it causes our victims to turn and flee
To run from unmistakable fear
blood runs colder when we draw near

This is our job, this is our gain
to cause them as much pain
and in case you couldn't tell
We are the Angel of Hell