Whispers of Angels in Hell

(Verse 1)

Two angels met in the depths of flame,

where souls cry out, lost to the blame.

They spoke of God with trembling wings,

of shattered heavens and forgotten things.

"Something went wrong," one softly said,

"People are breaking, their dreams are dead."

The other replied with a solemn gaze,

"God didn’t vanish, he chose his own grave."

(Chorus)

God's not dead, he took his own flight,

into the abyss, out of the light.

Now angels wander through fire and pain,

seeking meaning in the endless refrain.

(Verse 2)

The rivers of sorrow echo despair,

the angels walk through smoke-filled air.

"Did he leave us to learn, or to forget?"

asks the one with wings stained in regret.

The flames pulse like a heartbeat gone wrong,

a chorus of suffering, an endless song.

"He couldn't bear the weight of his throne,

and now we’re here, trying to atone."

(Chorus)

God's not dead, he took his own flight,

into the abyss, out of the light.

Now angels wander through fire and pain,

seeking meaning in the endless refrain.

(Bridge)

Hell is a place where silence screams,

where hope is a shadow in broken dreams.

They search for a truth hidden in ash,

but only find echoes that shatter and crash.

(Chorus)

God's not dead, he took his own flight,

into the abyss, out of the light.

Now angels wander through fire and pain,

seeking meaning in the endless refrain.

(Outro)

Two angels part in the furnace of woe,

each carrying questions they’ll never know.

God’s choice lingers in the burning sky,

as suffering sings, "Even angels can cry."