From the book of [bad word] a rider for the damned
And he wields the scythe
As he rides across the land 

But when [bad word] You'll never know
Then it's time for you to leave the world 

Mother Angel tell me why
Is it cool up in the sky
Was it time for you to disappear and go
Is there something I should know
Was it time for you to go
Waiting for a sign from you
To let me know
Here on my own 

From the ashes we [bad word] To the ashes we shall go
And the dust that we were made of
Shall embrace our very soul
All the times that we don't know
Make it harder to believe in god
And heaven above 

So Mother Angel tell me why
Is it cool up in the sky
Was it time for you to disappear and go
Is there something I should know
Was it time for you to go
Waiting for a sign from you
To let me know
Here on my own 

My hands reach out into thin air
And the [bad word] is hard to bear
No [bad word] to bring you back again 

So Mother Angel tell me why
Is it cool up in the sky
Was it time for you to disappear and go
Is there something I should know
Was it time for you to go
Waiting for a sign from you
To let me know
Here on my own