Hymn to the Angels' Descent

Deception, thorns and scars
The heart you held so close to you was cold before the war
Jesus, war-bringer, sow the seeds of death
Bathe this world in flame
Clipped these wings of mine
Heard the angels cry
But they'll never, never fall for me
Christ, we bleed for you
But the nails in my wrists were driven further