• Just as most
    They followed peace
    Until their grave
    Where angels speak,
    Condemned to death
    by such a faith
    It hurts to know
    Their life was a waste.

    But one refused
    To let Him kill
    He climbed to heaven
    To serve his will.

    He fought with honor
    Though he knew he'd die
    But it isn't over
    Until you've heard them cry.

    Swiftly though,
    He'd end this fight
    Watch now,
    As our Angel strikes.

    Horror stricken
    On their face
    as their ruler falls
    With a bloody trace.

    His puppets weap
    Though my angel is dead
    and they are left standing
    But they know,
    That it's the end.