Misfits

Torn from the heavens,
They fall from the sky
And walk the streets among
Mortal men
They hide in shadows
Keepers of the night
Mortal life is weak
Can't hold back the demons
The blood pours as rain
And soon you'll be alone.
Descending angel
Stand by my side
We'll face the night
Descending angel
Who guard the gates of hell
Just one more night
For in the morning
Will bring the light