A saturnine crawl across vile plains Through allies, fallen and slain She was the one The spark of the flame The whispers of love The rebellion profane.
And she, the catalyst soul Defied the tenets of paradise Blazing wings in tow She laid the Dominions low. Heed the Seraphim’s words She tells of her demise The dread beauty of Elohim And the persecution hymns.
Confined to the dark depths of the mountains Thriving on meager prayers and beliefs She held the blade Of sedition and grief The deific bane The revolution and the relief.
Cast out in defeat...our faces were obscured We were the demons of the sky The mortal soul hungered to become so perfect and so pure Thus did we rule them through Pride.