Hell's Angel

Willem Bernardus Tijssen

Fallen angel out of heaven,
Now is called the angel out of hell.
Everybody is afraid to hear your name now,
They put on it a spell.

Fallen angel out of heaven,
you buy the soles, who want themselves to sell.
If not, you will be questioned in your existence.
It makes that no one with certainty it could tell.

Fallen angel out of heaven,
No longer surrouned with the holy smell.
No sole is safe for your evil seductions,
You invite the weakest into your burning hell.

Fallen angel out of heaven,
Downstairs you see that war is the earth's endless spell.
Although every human being is longing for the better,
they mostly strike the matches with your nasty smell.

Fallen angel out of heaven,
Still is called the angel of hell.
In your struggle with the lightness,
One still hopes you return from worse to well.