From broken streets and empty rooftops
you hear the children's desperate prayers.
May it be by blade or by bullet
you will deliver retribution tonight.
For it is your time sweet angel,
to bathe the sinners pure.
From your skyscraper sanctuary,
You go to gather final confessions.
It is the Lord's hand that guides and protects you
In this heavy burden tonight.
For you sweet angel,
is his killer angel.