Lyrics
I remember the first war, the way the sky burned
I recall the initial conflict, the sight of the burning sky
The faces of angels destroyed
The countenances of angels were ruined or obliterated
I saw a third of Heaven's legion banished
I witnessed a third of Heaven's army being expelled
And the creation of hell
This expulsion led to the creation of hell
I stood with my brothers and watched Lucifer fall
I stood alongside my brethren, observing Lucifer's descent
But now, my brothers aren't my brothers
Presently, my brethren have changed, and they are no longer supportive
Turned away by a misrepresentation
They were turned away due to a distorted representation
Stained glass and white washed tombs
Referring to religious hypocrisy with stained glass and hypocritically purified graves
The hearts of those who spoke to you
The inner selves of those who conveyed messages to you
Were never homes the God they tried to show you
These individuals' hearts were never dwellings for the God they attempted to illustrate
They spoke out of prejudice and ritualism
They spoke from a mindset of preconceived notions and rigid formalism
They themselves were lost angels fold their wings
These messengers themselves were like lost angels, folding their wings
And they fold their wings
They succumb to their own limitations and constraints
And weep along with us watching you shun Christ's sacrifice
They empathize with us, witnessing your rejection of Christ's sacrifice
Shunning sacrifice
You are avoiding or rejecting the concept of sacrifice
And they fold their wings
Similar to lost angels, they fold their wings in sorrow
And weep along with us watching you shun
They share our grief as you continue to avoid
Shun
You are shunning or rejecting
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