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Weep and cry my beloved
Weep and cry
For I am as I am
For eternity bound
To life’s cruel Earth
For me I ask you to
Weep and cry
Weep and cry my beloved

Legend had it that the statue had been standing at least eighty years before the cathedral was built around it. It was an interesting statue, cold and pale. This statue was of a girl, head bowed, arms outstretched and standing rather aquwardly with her long black hair draped over her shoulders covering most of her face and naked body.
The church stated that the statue was of an Angel taking flight, her wings were just ‘invisible’
Two hundred twenty years the cathedral stood. NO one knew the artist, nor did anyone dare to touch it. Not even the caretakers, and the skin that once gleamed white, and the hair that once shined black, were dust covered and dull.
Though no one would touch it, everyone who came to see the cathedral came to see the statue, for the statue gave an eerie yet exellerating aura about it. As if rage and pain circulated within it’s stony frame, if the frame was stone… no one had touched it recently enough to know what the statue was made of.
This was how it was until a group of American high school students came to Europe on a class trip. One among them was a tall dark haired male by the name of Sean. When they came to the particular part of Europe that the statue stood, they of coarse wanted to see the ‘dark angel’ as it was commonly referred too.

Description
Weep and cry my beloved
Weep and cry
For I am as I am
For eternity bound
To life’s cruel Earth
For me I ask you to
Weep and cry
Weep and cry my beloved

Legend had it that the statue had been standing at least eighty years before the cathedral was built around it. It was an interesting statue, cold and pale. This statue was of a girl, head bowed, arms outstretched and standing rather aquwardly with her long black hair draped over her shoulders covering most of her face and naked body.
The church stated that the statue was of an Angel taking flight, her wings were just ‘invisible’
Two hundred twenty years the cathedral stood. NO one knew the artist, nor did anyone dare to touch it. Not even the caretakers, and the skin that once gleamed white, and the hair that once shined black, were dust covered and dull.
Though no one would touch it, everyone who came to see the cathedral came to see the statue, for the statue gave an eerie yet exellerating aura about it. As if rage and pain circulated within it’s stony frame, if the frame was stone… no one had touched it recently enough to know what the statue was made of.
This was how it was until a group of American high school students came to Europe on a class trip. One among them was a tall dark haired male by the name of Sean. When they came to the particular part of Europe that the statue stood, they of coarse wanted to see the ‘dark angel’ as it was commonly referred too.