Enigmatic, nebulous, tenebrous,
Darker than the blackest night,
Brighter than the morning sun,
Walking the line of chaos and order,
They are not judgemental,
No sinners and no saints,
Only those who believe,
Will be liberated from the heathens.

They watch over us,
They give us strength and power,
We are the warriors of the Gods,
They land their strength to our cause,
The faithful will be protected,
The heathens struck down,
When we strike to claim our freedom,
We will have the wind at our backs.

Power

Rise to my hands oh great Ones
Against our enemies
Your wrath will fill me to my bones
Cast aside like small pennies
Our opponents will be
Corpses for all to see

Fire, wind, sun, and earth
Elements that always exist
Gave rise to us at birth
As if from a great mist
The haze that surrounds them
Give honor to with a hymn

Now at the last hour
As come to pass by the seer
All will turn to sour
They will run in fear
Enemies will fall
Heed the Ones' call!!!

Lucyeth
#13700

The majestic power,
The heavenly grace,
Their mass destruction,
And the unknowing place.

Their power unlimited,
The potential they wrought,
To the world of Good
Or Chaos they brought.