Dawn breaks through the dusk
Angels of night bare their wings of pure hatred
Upon the morn of the firstborn of heaven
Will be the end of the fallen deceiver
Upon the morn of the firstborn of heaven
The serpent shall fall to the right hand of God
And he shall be forever chained in the pit of misery
A battle ensues between that which is holy and unholy
Michael and Lucifer; the loyal and the weak
Blades collide in the skies under sullen stars
Angel and traitor; the fight for heaven's gates
Until the damned in his conceit takes a fatal blow
Michael's sword cuts the serpent open wide
Blood spilling from veins of the most unholy wretch
At once the fallen ones retreat with their wounded leader
Swearing to fight another day
Sounds in the night; like thunderous torment
Cannonfire wastes all in it's path
Unholy fire rains down from above
"This war must come to an end"
The Mighty Father shouts from above
"I'll send the one who is at my right hand
To drive the filth from this sacred place;
To restore peace and justice to all
An end to all who opposeth me
But most of all, the fallen one"
At dawn the sky opened with fire
And from it rode a chariot
It's rider shone with radiant light
And in his hand, the sword of God
It was the one told of in prophecies
The one who would break the chains of Sin
And would unbound the shackles of Death
The perfect Lamb, the sacrifice
He charges Satan and all of his legion
And drove them forth from the fields of Heaven
Down they fall, through Heaven and Earth
First into Chaos, and then into Hell