Touch Not Oh falling Angele Get thy behind me clear I see no use of your worldly sells of bells Stop the deceit of boys and girls You have caused enough wars Remember they know not there right Hence they fall for your ways But remember your place Cause you stand no chance For the one who ordered your exile still remains With his host. With Gabriel I send you this words. Michael would spear you not if you cross the line cause I already ordered your destruction. Touch not my loved ones cause I would create a place Worse than hell for you, cause trinity dwells in me.