Heaven's Sword

I'm the arcangel chosen by God

to fight and defeat the group of abject angels.

Me saint warrior of Heaven, armed with

the Creator's pity will hunt You out of Heaven

and throw You into the burning furnace.

"Love Me"

My pity will hurt your pride,

My sword your body,

in your tears there won't be salvation.

Michael, I don't fight to remain in Heaven

but to kill the highest number of His sons

'cause He doesn't "love me"

and so He'll pay with his angels' blood

and you, the chosen ones, hit to death,

will fall with us in the deep oblivion.

Lucifer, your proudness has driven you far from

the light, your place now is in the shadow

where the warmth of love doesn't exist

where your swears won't reach the most High's ear,

where there will be sorrow and chriping of teeth.

...Me, saint warrior of Heaven, condemn you

and with my sword I create the existence

cancel each mistake of compassion.

From my limbs it drops the blood of defeat

from my eyes the tears of consciousness

I precipitate behind in a ocean of fire

I see my brothers shouting and swearing

while falling with me.

Light little by little disappears to give to darkness

don't give up my Seraph, the altars of compassion is far

and it'll come the day in which my wounds will heal up

and my army will recover the strength and it will be then

that we'll come again from darkness... to Fight!