On Tattered Wings I shall fly Up to the Heavens I shall sore Down to the pits of Hell I shall fall Where I'll end Never to know But let me tell you this now I shall find my own place Wheater it be in the sky Or in the Fires down below There will be a Time When you wish I was around Then will it be that I am not At your beck and call as some have For I am an Angel That flys on Tattered Wings Wings that will lead me To my one and true Home Wheater it be in the Skys To glide among the brightest stars Or to the bottomless Pits Of never ending fires