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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.