I remember the first war, the way the sky burned The faces of angels destroyed I saw a third of Heavens legion banished And the creation fell I stood with my brothers and watched and listened to the revolt But now, my brothers arent my brothers Turned away by a misrepresentation Stained glass and white washed tombs The hearts of those who spoke to you Were never homes the God they tried to show you They spoke out of prejudice and ritualism They themselves were lost angels fold their wings And they fold their wings And weep along with us watching you shun Christs sacrifice Shunning sacrifice And they fold their wings And weep along with us watching you shun Shun
shun, fold, brother, wing, spoke