The First Rebellion

Winged with red lightning
 All born from rage
 Clad in midnight black
 The invincibles stand
 To win the throne of god
 The shout of battle
 In the clash of arms
 The legions led in fight
 Where wounds of deadly hate
 Have pierced so deep
 A fear of things to come
 All flesh is burnt
 And pain first felt
 In this worthless stride
 For the apostate's demise
 A glimpse, a moment now
 A clarity in sight
 The architect of a kneeling death
 Visible through this horrid maze
 All is lost and all is won
 Gathered under banners raised
 By thousands ranged for fight
 The rebellious cast of shattered saints
 Out to march for revenge well earned
 Though this may be born in defeat
 The demiurg now stands unmasked
 In the crown of creation webbed
 The sealed fate
 Of torment not to last