• The angel and the demon, came out through the storm.
    Heaven was on fire, when the boy was born.
    This boy was sweet,
    This boy was bad,
    This boy looked just liked his dad.
    The demon,
    The demon came out through the storm.

    The demon took the boy away,
    ‘Cause this was not his price to pay.
    The boy grew strong,
    The boy grew fast,
    But his joy was not meant to last.
    The demon,
    The demon came out through the storm.

    When the boy was twenty-one, it was time to say goodbye.
    For tomorrow, the demon, it was time for him to die.
    The boy was sad,
    The boy was mad,
    The boy wanted to save his dad.
    The demon,
    The demon came out through the storm.

    Now the boy was all alone, in the cruel and nasty world.
    He wanted to stop the hurt; he did all that he could.
    O this boy tried,
    And this boy died,
    It’s time for his story to end.
    The demon,
    The demon didn’t come out through the storm.