Angel Battle

Happened on a Sunday They graced from the heavens Had swords, they had fire They had stars in their eyes Hundreds of seraphs on the killing field I hear them sing Horns and trumpets, lasers and shields God is grim Angel battle Saints with blood on their swords Angel battle The war to end all wars Black wings and doves Grace and devotion Death from above Poetry in motion Seven trumpets on the seventh day Wrath in the clouds I see the solemn angel, and the white ones, they slay The presence of God Angel battle Saints with blood on their swords Angel battle The war to end all wars Celestial battle, turquoise deadly rays Put your arms around me, this very day Heavenly Lord, your white army came And all that you gave, you took it away I saw the hordes of Heaven, had justice and noble Victorian swagger, bringing destruction to souls Beast and mortal And the last city felt with thunderbolts Cast from the eyes of the angels Who relentless and worthy walked the face of the Earth Only to erase what was left of humankind And that was my dream