Serenading over cosmic planes
The angels sing their spellbinding refrains
The philharmonics of the universe
Doth banish wicked, evil curse
That keep the spirit sullied, stained

Their joy is pure, their world is good
They are the guardians of the celestial neighbourhood
Their vibrations are rarely understood
For the people's eyes hide under hood

But the light and truth will unashamedly flood
To Earth, trickling vivid as blood
There is nothing left for Satan's men
We will begin the world again
In service of the greater good