Well she met a weeping angel Sitting by a dead tree Swallow his tears like an incense poison And the day was dark and the night Was bright She offered her blood as love Breath passion far above And they walked through the hills And the day was dark and the night Was bright When they're walking through the hills Her heart turns dry But at the time full love Her crying is no more And there was no one to ask why She wondered if her love will grow On the hillside the night was bright