Fall to the ground little angel
Flail your battered, ripped wings soaked in crimson feathers
You shall not tarry from this battlefield
For the commitment has been sealed with blood and communed in flesh
Loss after loss, one knows no other sanity
What is hope when nothing is left to hold dear
Why must you carry and neuter their lives when the burden weighs heavy on thy back
Kneel before the masters of tainted shadow
For they drink of the chalice, forced out your hands
The beatings you endure, dusk till dawn, I lay wake sorrowing to your tears
Now awaken an unrest bloodlust, fight against your false conquerors who inherit hatred upon your life
Folly not to their cold wicked eyes, destroy the chains of calamity holding you fast
Take up siege of thy darkness; let it no longer control your vision with misjudgment
Take heir to your birth-right, shall it blind away the temptations of your failures
Allow thy soul to petrify the weaken evil laying waste on the soil
Let your light shine strongly in the hearts of your allies
One must now take the oath of vigor
Forge it platinum and gold; encased with thy birthstones to prove your desires
One must take up thy broken wings and fly into the battle
Unleash fiery on the foes that brought you down with haste
Receive the victory you urge to achieve
You must live when I die
For my life is the oath of agony, I live to burden the pain of the fallen ones before me
For I know now the truth of the light that dims when I sleep
Go before me and don’t turn back my comrades
For my life would be meaningless if not for your light