I am a black skinned angel whose wings are black
Bringing messages from the world of desert
Carrying a red crown, when you accept your destiny
I am not a guardian angel, but an observer of you life
I will come back to you when your child become 21 years old
Touching your red crown with my black fingers
Then the crown would melt like warm blood
It would cover over your entire body
The king of the Earth will bless you
Go to a pond near you and pour fresh sparkling water over you
Now you will be born again with fresh skin like a baby
I am a black skinned angel whose wings are black
