Seraph Battle Cry

[the Draç]

More than what meets the eye.

The eagle that soars and abides by the sky.

The Red-Tail Hawk sits on top of the nest.

The reason why God wanted to take a rest.

Screaming, "Holy, holy, holy," we fight with brain.

Seems so distant, looking through glass, that's stained.

The fame, I ignore, I trust with insight.

A Red Kingu that never turns down a fight.

A Pureblood by heart, I let the ones die in vain.

Making sure we win the very last game.

The End Days are near, those seek to redeem. 

The angels then rock then eventually lean.

A fiend for truth, I ignore the path.

The ones that fell, could only laugh.

With cash, it's credit, the Mark of The Beast.

The number 666, the Revelation feast.

Sacrifice like Christ, we die for the Israelites. 

As a Fallen Angel, we complete the last of the heist.