winged with red lightning all born from rage clad in midnight black the invincibles stand to win the throne of god the shout of battle in the clash of arms the legions led in fight where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep a fear of things to come all flesh is burnt and pain first felt in this worthless stride for the apostate s demise a glimpse a moment now a clarity in sight the architect of a kneeling death visible through this horrid maze all is lost and all is won gathered under banners raised by thousands ranged for fight the rebellious cast of shattered saints out to march for revenge well earned though this may be born in defeat the demiurg now stands unmasked in the crown of creation webbed the sealed fate of torment not to last