NoxTheRox - Archangel Lyrics

Demons fallen from the skies
Struck with the heavens weapon
The hallowed hammer of righteousness

It is my solemn duty
To condemn those who have sinned
And strike them with the justice they deserve

No one will escape
The light will punish
I watch them as they fall

Heavens word is law
There's no use in fighting
For the outcome is the same

I am the bringer of the rain
Blessed by Arcadia itself
You will bow down to me

My decree is final
By the power vested in me
Demon you will fall

I am a sacred form of justice on this world
The radiant sigil to which all bow down to
A fragrance of the judgment raining upon you
Swift like lightning, roaring just like thunder
I am a sacred form of justice on this world
The radiant sigil to which all bow down to
A fragrance of the judgment raining upon you
Swift like lightning, roaring just like thunder

Even I the Archangel
The embodiment of justice
Am liable to corruption
Sent to the realms of men
This burden I endure
Seeking redemption in this forsaken land

Authority has given me
More than I could handle
For this I am unfit

I've proven this power
Cannot be in one's hand
Or everything might fall

I was the bringer of the rain
Blessed by Arcadia itself
You would bow down to me

My decree was final
By the power vested in me
Demons would fall

I was a sacred form of justice on this world
The radiant sigil to which all bowed down to
A fragrance of the judgment raining upon you
Swift like lightning, roaring just like thunder
I was a sacred form of justice on this world
The radiant sigil to which all bowed down to
A fragrance of the judgment raining upon you
Swift like lightning, roaring just like thunder

Hanging on to my sanity
On the brink of madness
I was unfit for such power
But I long for it again

I was a sacred form of justice on this world
The radiant sigil to which all bowed down to
A fragrance of the judgment raining upon you
Swift like lightning, roaring just like thunder
I was a sacred form of justice on this world
The radiant sigil to which all bowed down to
A fragrance of the judgment raining upon you
Swift like lightning, roaring just like thunder