The wrath of the clouds shines like the thunder crashing
Behind the huntress shooting her arrows as the steel moon it waxes
The sky alludes the darkness of a burning sun being hidden
Rain of flaming spears that your life refuse it to be forgiven
I stand behind you as you point your shield up high
I turn my back to place it on yours as I worry if you will be fine
The messenger gave us the ultimatum not that long ago
And despite that choices were never presented as each one was left alone
Blinded by wrath they fail to cease any moment
True colors shown as with innocents death they leave no comment
The land before the sea begins to tremble
The blue instead fails with it's movement to assemble
They fear the same thing that immortalized them in the sky
As we too fear for the world bellow for it's knowledge to die
Your spear clashes with the forces of the divine
My movements follow as I lead you from behind
Two to dozens were never a worrying matter
Like horses we gallop towards battle, first in line to let not others suffer
Watch as no door or window is left open as they all tremble in fear
Powerless they deemed themselves before the punishers who'd make them dissapear
But the pages knew nothing better
As no mere mortals were to speak for the final letter
We look at them from fields flattened
Many of them wavering and among the night scattered
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Clad in armor with a sword big as the tallest tree
A mere clown that his own pride your spear let him see
The night turned day as the sun itself above our heads descended
To you I leave the final blow as you force the rain itself it's flame to surrender
Before us laid the merciless pursuer catching up with swords out blood to swallow
Surprised as from her armament the lady who'd be wise not to, followed
One moment to rule them all was all that was needed
Back and forth I flash as both I force halted
Peerless the nightmare stepped in front of wisdom itself
Brawns to break the mind as for the throat it went first
Take flight sharpened head's edge right after
And shine a mirror to the eyes of the one who saw only slaughter
The land before the sea begins to tremble
The blue instead fails with it's movement to assemble
They fear the same thing that immortalized them in the sky
As we too fear for the world bellow for it's knowledge to die
Your spear clashes with the forces of the divine
My movements follow as I lead you from behind
Two to dozens were never a worrying matter
Like horses we gallop towards battle, first in line to let not others suffer
Watch as no door or window is left open as they all tremble in fear
Powerless they deemed themselves before the punishers who'd make them dissapear
But the pages knew nothing better
As no mere mortals were to speak for the final letter
The queen herself from the heaven descended
Above the final step where lighting forced all wishful turned lamented
Her life cut short as her years were taken away
Death itself choosing the fields to walk as it entered the fray
Fearful not because nothing was to be lost, charged ahead
Cries of pain as succumbing to heaven's wrath, hell began to fell
Seize the moment that a mistake that of a human heart caused
Death of a loved one curving the abyss itself as it's ruler was to fall
And so among the very top, we lay our eyes to the grand maestro of this orchestra
A comedy of your life making before offering his head, power recognizing before the end drew closer
The land before the sea seizes to tremble
The blue follows, with it's movement to assemble
Nothing left to fear among an empty blue sky
The world bellow knowing well what happened as the morning came by
The sun rises without the forces of the divine
My smile follows as I realize the victory in sight
Proof of amendment let this moment among clouds, standing tall be
Realizing that great harm from ground or sky's selfishness was prevent leads to glee
Liberated not because of the fall of a power much higher
Realize the root of evil from power in form leaves no one sentient not desire
Pages in any script never of this will they speak, even with a coming of a new age
Comfort in the merit of our actions we will take, without need of praise
