Foretell us of the secret hosts of evil's game

Their names may not be spoke aloud

Lest they profane mortal lips and take the blame

From unholy darkness their attacking the heavens



A rage of angels descending from the skies

A rage of angels seen through your eyes

And though you've wandered from life to save you one lone angel flies



Defending all that's sacred hither hath we go

The devils pawns are on the rise

Foreseeking vengeance from the lives that they have known

Injecting thorns for peril or a snare for sin



The smoke is swept away as this encounter slows

The prince of darkness overthrown

The angel's rage has proved victorious as known

The evil underground shall threaten nevermore