Shaken Seraph

Sometimes I wonder how I will die,
I wonder about my funeral Pyre,
I wonder if the flames will reach the sky,
And annouce my arrival at heaven's gate?

(Will I be given back the Wings, I always feel their phantom weight)

Or if the ashes will sink into the ground,
And Hell is all that awaits, 
Will the bones protrude from my back,
Marking me of my Fate?

(Those bones are bare and grey, My feathers the demons ate)

Oh Lord, God, I know I have Fallen,
But please let me grovel,
And show my face solemn,
To let you know I have tried to atone.

(I beg of you on hands and knees, I pitch back and forth with head low and moan)

And if you will not accept me back,
Please let me have one more mortal life,
To show you again that I will make amends,
For all the sins and strife.