A new angel appears... A new angel appears With black on their wings And the masters of things Are little but things And they were so anxious Just to stumble between us At first they cried out Why must they live among us? The moon is rising and he waits for the sun The moon is rising and he waits for the sun Come alive little wing... The moon is rising and he waits for the sun The moon is rising and he waits for the sun For the sun... (Come fire and feel the sun)