Oh looming angel how you scold me,  forcing me to grow by day, honoured touch your lashes hurt me, still there is no other way, Stubbornly I try to protest, as you raise the sword in hand,  sent by him who knows me better,  holds my life upon his hand, Screeching on the ground with loathing, like a demon lost in hell, blessed lash you cleanse each moment,  for my soul you will not sell, Your wings I hear them crash above me, brilliant white like clouds in sky, legs like steel and eyes so fiery, I have no choice to do or die, Blessed being soar above me,  rain down truth to wash me clean, purer brighter understanding,  from the worlds of all unseen,