The Death Angels (Ušumgal)

[the Draç]

Sedate with fate, souls then at stake.

To trade from within, avoid all sin.

To bend, the will, the people shall rise.

Acting like a God, what a great looking disguise.

Rise to the occasion, bent at the knees.

Feels like I'm on a mountain going down with some skis.

The treat, the amount, the Levite Tribe comes through.

Deep in the ocean, what a beautiful looking blue.

True to our core, we send those to Hell.

Those in Heaven then pay the hefty bail.

For sure, they shall, they continue to learn.

Reminding what it felt like when our souls use to burn.

Swallow all willing, the light cannot escape.

From the bottom to the top, we then look to create.

Now you know who runs the World.

Their names are the "Ušumgal," the original ones that fell.