Misfits - Descending angel

^BbmTorn from the heavens, they fa^Dbll from the sky And w^G#malk the streets a^Fmmong mortal ^Bbmmen They^Db hide in sha^G#mdows, kee^Fmpers of the n^Bbmight ^Db Mortal l^G#mife is weak, c^Fman't hold back the de^Bbmmons ^DbThe blood pour^G#ms as rain and ^Fmsoon you'll be alo^Bbmne

(Whaa^Dboo) Descending a^G#mngel, s^Fmtand by my^Bbm side (Wha^Dbaoo) We'll face th^G#me night, ^Fm descending an^Bbmgel (Wha^Dbaoo) We Guard the ^G#mgates of Hell jus^Fmt one more ^Bbmnight (Whaa^Dboo) For in the mor^G#mning...we'll^Fm bring the light

^BbmBorn or created in the i^Dbmage of a god The he^G#mavens fall, no sav^Fmiour has been se^Bbmnt ^DbNo one to gui^G#mde us, alo^Fmne we face the nig^Bbmht ^Db Mortal l^G#mife is brief f^Fmor the rebel ange^Bbmls ^DbThey make their f^G#minal stand and s^Fmoon you'll be alo^Bbmne

(^DbWhaaoo) Descending ^G#mangel, ^Fmstand by my s^Bbmide (W^Dbhaaoo) We'll face the^G#m nigh^Fmt, descending a^Bbmngel (Wha^Dbaoo) We Guard the ga^G#mtes of Hell just o^Fmne more nigh^Bbmt (Wha^Dbaoo) Fo^G#mrever e^Fmnds tonight

^{Bbm Db G#m} D^Fmescending ang^F#mel ^{B Fm} Bbm Db G#m Fm F#m B Fm

Descending an^Bbmgel (Wha^Dbaoo) Descending a^G#mngel, s^Fmtand by my si^Bbmde (Wha^Dbaoo) and face the n^G#might^Fm, descending ang^Bbmel (Wha^Dbaoo) we Guard the ga^G#mtes of Hell just ^Fmone more ni^Bbmght (Wha^Dbaoo) Ooh, Fo^G#mrever e^Fmnds t^Bbmonig^Dbht ^{G#m Fm}Descending a^Bbmngel ^{Db G#m Fm}Little rebel an^Bbmgel ^Db Little rebel a^G#mngel ^Fm Little rebel ^Bbmange^Dbl ^{G#m Fm} De-scen-ding an-g^Bbmel!