Angel Battle

Happened on a Sunday Grace from the heavens They had swords, they had fire They had stars in their eyes Hundreds of ceraphs 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 7 trumpets on the 7th 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 All that you gave, you took it away I saw the hordes of heaven, majestic and noble Victorian swagger, bringing destruction to souls, beast and mortal And the last city fell, 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