(Verse 1)
From the crystalline spires of the High Citadel,
Where celestial echoes forever dwell,
A clarion call, like a thunderous sigh,
Resounds through the cosmos, piercing the sky.
A holy host, in formations of fire,
With wings forged of starlight, and burning desire.
They gather as one, a resplendent array,
To banish the shadows and greet a new day.
Each angel a titan, a force to behold,
A legend of justice, a story untold.
(Chorus)
Ten thousand wings, a sound like the tide,
As they spread through the heavens, no place left to hide.
To fight for the pure, to protect the oppressed,
To put ancient evils forever to rest.
They are the storm, the hurricane's might,
A celestial hammer, a bastion of light.
They descend to the abyss, with a furious yell,
To wage final war on the legions of hell!
(Verse 2)
The infernal pit, with a venomous shriek,
Unleashes its horrors, the twisted and weak.
The mountains of malice, with shadows so deep,
Awaken the hatred that hell chooses to keep.
A torrent of darkness, a miasma of dread,
Meets the brilliant cascade of the holy host led.
The ground cracks asunder, the rivers run black,
In the face of the angels, there is no turning back.
Their blades are of vengeance, their shields are of will,
A testament to all that is sacred and still.
(Chorus)
Ten thousand wings, a sound like the tide,
As they spread through the heavens, no place left to hide.
To fight for the pure, to protect the oppressed,
To put ancient evils forever to rest.
They are the storm, the hurricane's might,
A celestial hammer, a bastion of light.
They descend to the abyss, with a furious yell,
To wage final war on the legions of hell!
(Bridge)
The clang of the steel, the roar of the fire,
A symphony of battle, a funeral pyre.
The demons fall back, in a frantic retreat,
Their reign of destruction, now facing defeat.
The light breaks the darkness, a promise of grace,
As the last of the shadows is erased from this place.
The angels stand tall, their victory won,
As a new golden age, has finally begun.
(Outro)
And in the new silence, a hymn fills the air,
A song of salvation, a whisper of prayer.
A memory of wings, a flash of bright light,
Of ten thousand angels, who won the good fight.
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