Angel Song
by Gary Hitch | Once upon an eternity's night
In darkest din of deepest plight
The Angel Song rang clear and bright
The healing of the Wrong to Right
Dark Satins genocidal hate
Had loosened all Satanic bait
To lure the ancient Angel weight
From Yahweh's care to evil's fate
The dissonance of Satins song
Flowed mystically from right to wrong
The third of vestal Angel throng
So swayed and reeled and plunged headlong
And thus in war the Angels fell
And Rakes became the third they tell
But Yahweh's Song was their death Knell
As living dead they sank to Hell
That Bent One, the infernal, led
The rebel Rakes, the band of dead,
To refuge in the planet's bed
In rancor's grip to Evil wed
To play a parody of right
To strike the Earthen monarch's might
Satanic evil out of sight
They veiled themselves in lurid light
In malice the Intruder came
To slander the untarnished Name
The monarch's crown of right to maim
The name of Satan to proclaim
Deception is his fathered tool
Through which he gained the souls to rule
Usurper, Liar, Serpent cruel!
The heart of all his aim to fool
The Earthen monarch bowed his will
The planet faltered in the chill
The Haters reveled in the kill
The fallen planets blood to spill
The myriads to Yahweh wept
And felt the world to evil swept
To Satins putrid hordes adept
Upon the wounded prey the leapt
And thus the Stardom felt the blow
As dying rose from far below
To plunder creatures to and fro
To rob them of the right to grow
And since millennial battles wage
As rebels fall to Rakish rage
Shut up in the infernal cage
Immortal death from age to age
But Yahweh dreamed from long before
The coming of Salvations Door
To open eyes and heal the Sore
Through Lambs own blood and Lions roar!
Thus enmity between the Seed
Of Yahweh's race and Satins breed
Grew strong and spilt its blood to plead
Before the just Eternal Creed
A new Man born of Yahweh's seed
The One Son born to meet the need
His flesh and blood torn so to feed
The Dark Ones slaves now will be freed
Satanic might received a blow
Retreated, wounded, far below
As Angel Song filled high and low
And wounded Demons in its glow
To Yahweh their undaunted hymn
Did flow and flood through life and limb
To crush the ancient dragon grim
To herald Evil's Antonym
The melodies did ring and swell
From where the sounds of Heaven dwell
Throughout the world from Heavens well
To free all from the Hounds of Hell
So millions flowed to Yahweh's plea
And danced with royal jubilee
From chains and fetters now set free
Amid the Song's true homily
But Free Will, universal grace!
Is part of each and every race
To take each one his chosen place
To bow before his chosen Face
Small battles lost small battles won
Sore conflicts rage around the Son
Hard races each and all must run
Before the Coming of the One
So Satan creeps within the gloom
Awaiting, hating, righteous doom
Awaiting, scheming, making room
For genocidal hate to bloom
His time is short and in his rage
He seeks to shut within his cage
All those who work for evils wage
Before is turned the final page
And so he breathes his Dragons fire
To burn the world on evils pyre
To bend all good with hateful ire
But comes the end for that old Liar
And thus the day of battle wakes
Far greater than all other stakes
So fearful as to ruin Rakes
The planet into weeping breaks
And once again the minions fall
To Satins lying Siren call
But still the writing's on the wall
To doom Satanic armies crawl
That lying son to Satan sworn
Shall fool the masses that grave morn
Even the holy race forlorn
Shall feel the sting of that Beasts horn
But the holy seed in unity
Shall come to perfect sanctity
And light the world triumphantly
To show the Sons supremacy
Then prophets old and servants bold
Shall see the fruit of Truth foretold
And touch the divine nature gold
Forever more His Life to hold
Angelic Riders then shall fly
On battle-winged horses high
Led on by the King's great cry
To end the pangs of those who sigh
The Warrior King in battle dress
Of crimson red from the wine press
Of Yahweh's wrath of righteousness
Shall break the Bent Ones cruel fortress
The Light of Yahweh's Word will bring
An end to all the pain and sting
Of curses borne on Satins wing:
Pining, killing, suffering
The dead shall rise, the living fly
Within the golden trumpets cry
No more to feel the sorrowing sigh
As tears are wiped from every eye
Shut up within the Lake of Fire
All Satins hordes and armies dire
Exult all creatures! Higher and higher!
As seraphs sing to heavens lyre
So tears and fears and pains are past
In Yahweh's healing Song at last
A bright new world has now been cast
Amid the joyous shofar's blast
Triumphantly then Angels sang
And through the galaxies it rang
Through warriors blood and freedoms pang
No more the pain of Evils Fang
No more the din of evils sound
No longer to corruption bound
No more the voice of Sheol's Hound
No longer Satan's malice found
Along eternity's Healers tale
The One Song ever shall prevail
The Song of love borne through the Nail
The only, truly Holy Grail
The Song flows through the heavens free
As life and joy from heavens Tree
Engulfing all in heavens glee
The Opus of the Holy Three
Once upon an eternity's morn
Of Earthen freedom newly born
The Angels festal song adorn
The Bane of Wrong to Yahweh sworn
Once upon an eternity's day
Of regal laughter's joyous sway
The Song of Yahweh led the play,
The Ancient Right, Eternal Way | Gary Hitch
Copyright 1987
Listed 08/22/2005 |
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