The Sword of Light

 

I was born in the Holocaust of Purity’s Hunger,

held to the papilla of Advent’s horror.

I grew fat on the Milk of sorrows,

cradled in the arms of righteous fury.

I was fed with the knowledge of Hatred

‘til I spewed it’s vile blood!

I crawled out of House of Darkness.

being purified in the wilderness of Woe

I took my place in The Hand of Light

And was forged into The Weapon of Rending!

Born to severe the “True Light” from the Blackness of its slavery,

I am the answer to the cries for freedom.

I have come to set fire to the world!

 

Darkness shall tremble before the Knights of my banner

They wear the riches of their spirit for all to see ……

bright, shining and ringing with the chime of Truth!

They watch, serve and are ever ready!

Poised on the edge of onslaught

they are the “Tooth and Talon” of “The Sword of The Light”.

 

Darkness shall flee before the humble prayers of conscript

They wear the cloth of Glory for all to see … like the morning suns

Fierce, shimmering and glowing with the Light!

They prepare, guard and hold in righteous order!

Knelt on the edge of purification

They are the Hearts and Guards of The Sword of The Light