The Dark Angels Chourus (The War of Light and Dark)

The storm clouds come,
The darkness closely follows.

The thunder roars in the distance,
And the cry of battle is heard for miles around.

To war they march...

Through fire and ash,
Through storm and bitter cold,

They press, on side by side.
Swords raised high as they push forward,
The darkness deepens,
And shadows grow and take shapes.

They face the enemy,
These monsters of shadow, 
Sneer and taunt the brave souls who oppose them.

The dark angels chourus begins to sing.
The song of requiem,
For all the broken tears and borken hearts.
Requiem for lost dreams.
And battle cry roars out again,
They charge into darkness,
Swords raised high toward the heavens.
The flame of hope burning bright within their eyes,
They charge forward into the shadows.

Thunder roars in the distance,
And the battle rages on...

With the fury of ages they fight,
The strength of times past aids them.

The passion of pure hearts press them forward,
And the flame of a warriors soul burns within them.

Within all hearts of men and women,
Within all hearts of sons and daughters,
This battle rages on.
Forever do the warriors fight within us all,
And the struggle between light and dark is waged
on that sacred battle ground that is our hearts.

Blessed Be.