Red Angle Riot's lyrics & chords

A cold day during the long winter found four. The first, a relic from the war, enjoys nothing more than sitting high up on his tree, supping on a warm can of hollow beer while thinking of what might have been. The second, an angel ejected from his station beside his lord, now fallen, with shattered wings always pumping crimson blood, crys to himself with regret on any branch that will have him. Third from the very gutters which flow with the scum of the scum comes a half man half weasle creature who takes his place on the only branch he can rea...read more