I remember the first war, the way the sky burned

The faces of angels destroyed

I saw a third of Heaven's legion banished

And the creation of Hell

I stood with my brothers and watched Lucifer's Fall

But now, my brothers aren't my brothers



Turned away by a misrepresentation

Stained glass and white washed tombs

The hearts of those who spoke to you

Were never homes to the God they tried to show you

They spoke out of prejudice and ritualism

They themselves were lost angels fold their wings

And they fold their wings

And weep along with us watching you shun Christ's sacrifice

Shunning sacrifice

And they fold their wings

And weep along with us watching you shun



Shun