Midnight Angels
Tale of fallen angels, cast out by their father
Hunting in the sable night, their deathly playground
Hate not, but pity, these fallen angels and their lost father
Their only crime, both seeking their father’s love
Hate betides revenge, revenge betides misery and death
These fallen angels, trapped in cycles never-ending
Hunting those they swore to protect, in the name of revenge age-old
Oaths sundered in blood and shadow, fear these fallen angels
Lightning flashes, illumination shines, an angel revealed
Atop a steeple, bottomless eyes of hate, hidden by metal
Son of Curze, the Night Haunter’s blood-soaked legacy
The father’s sins, cast down to his sons
Claws extend, sharp and fierce, made to kill
Shadows snap, the skies split, an angel takes flight
In midnight clad, they descend on wings of flame
Hidden in the night, they are coming for you
Pity these Sons of Curze, the Night Lords
Honour lost in twisted lies and broken promises
But fear these dark avengers, and always remember
One day in midnight clad, they will come for you too
-Lord of the Night
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