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Long ago they tasted
The bitterness of defeat,
Far from home, ten thousand years ago

They witnessed the sin of betrayal,
Recollections of memories past
They bleed for the Angel's sacrifice

They're the hand of the Emperor's wrath
The instrument of His will
The edge of the sword, the tip of the spear
And they shall know no fear

By the chalice of blood they will unite
One last blade of deliverance
On wings of gold, the Angels ascend
...and vengeance is their name

Upon wings of fire
They arrive

When war calls and blood is spilled
The visions from the Vengeful Spirit
Grip them with a fury born
From the sacrifice
Of the firstborn, the Golden Angel

For all the brothers they have lost
The ones that will never rise again
Fearless the Sons of Baal

Into the fires of battle they go
They ride upon the wings of fate
Drink deep of victory and remember the fallen

Upon wings of fire
They arrive

When war calls and blood is spilled
The visions from the Vengeful Spirit
Grip them with a fury born
From the sacrifice
Of the firstborn, the Golden Angel

Retribution will come
Look to the skies for your salvation
Into the furnace of war
Together as one they will stand,
They will fight, they will die

When war calls and blood is spilled
The visions from the Vengeful Spirit
Grip them with a fury born
From the sacrifice
Of the firstborn, the Golden Angel

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