Fallen

Eternal goodness, with hearts of light
Bringer of truth and justice with might
Slays the demons that wrought havoc and despair
To those faithless, hopeless, without care

Unending battle for the undying light
Forever vigilant to what is right
One day the Spirit will prevail
Death to the torments that it entails

The spirit of light resides in us all
It is within, the battle in our core
Ourselves is the final ground to stand
For we are the temple blessed by God's hand

Living temple of God, Masters of creation
We are key to the triumph of the Fallen's liberation
It's not written but it can be done
The fallen as the victor and the salvation of none

Never weary, forever awake
Demons of sin exists to desecrate
Spirit of light, Sentinels of the temple
Defend us, we are weak, be our example

Without the Spirit we are gone
Our temporal will amounts to none
Just a sweet whisper from the fallen
Will sever our line to heaven

Minions of the dark, unseen evil of the world
Torments the desecrated with horrors untold
Constantly is the time and the struggle for all
Ours is the burden, are we destined to fall?