Angel strewn, Speared head to gut,
From the solar, His rays do pour!
The bull charges on.
Endless fury it screams,
it’s teeth do bare that furious rage,
How dare you be greater than I.
surrounded by dark, With the aid of spells, our witches take sides.
for every spell cast ten thousand angels await.
For retribution is mine, says our Lord
For our strewn angel has the Heart of a lion!
In gods own name he calls forth
The Spear is removed
The light is replenished
The winged demons are cast to the side.
As for the bull his day will come,
Can you count down from nine?
some times our wounded angels can forget they are surrounded by gods light,