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Hair flying wild in the ocean's gale

Land in sight by sunrise light, close in on the enemy shore

The fortress stands high, harder will it fall

Gods of day, their homage paid, they must know the angel's love

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Arrows toward the towers fly

Catapults crush bodies dry of blood

Underneath the weight they moan

Call your demon spider queen

And she will taste my angel's wing of steel

And feel the death angel's shadow

Foemen fall to the sting of death

Asking why as they die, in their minds but no words come forth

Lifeless and lost on the mountain top

The angel's voice, outside the fortress, cleaving through the hordes

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