Wash away the sins of last night
Absolve all your sins.
A great battle looms, echoed death booms;
A swirling tsunami of souls burns in plumes.
This will not do!
She’s been born anew
My crown, I’m adorned,
To be queen of your pain;
Wear your skin that I’ve flain.
That red violent day, killed those in their way;
The Order crusades, hunts those who won’t pray.
A grim procession parades; a toll must be paid
For the soul of a victim that could not have been saved.
Plug me in
To your grand design
Do not sit idle, air pioneer!
Pay attention, safely I’ll steer
You to salvation
Save me from woe,
Great sky fairy!