The Horde advances,
Atop wing'ed beasts.
In midst of the battle,
Lucifer speaks.
"Spill Angelic Blood!"
Rise up!
Rise up!
The blackest of blood
Saturates this field.
The corpses surfeit,
Yet neither will yield.
White wings stained in red
Greet the sharpest of fangs.
Eternal dominion,
The victor shall claim.
The demons now strike
With malicious intent,
Yet the light presses on,
And shows not relent.
Enter Legions.
Vindication in white.
And the Lamb that was slain.
Doth now lead the fight.