Y[Intro — strings, lone voice, whispered] Before the fall... I had a brother... [Verse 1 — tender, ancient] I was the eldest seraph at the throne of burning light, And Samael, my brother, was the morning's brightest knight. I whispered to him softly of a gift the thrones don't give — "To choose, to fall, to rise again — brother, choose to live." [Chorus — soaring, aching] Chantgardiel! The singing guard! I gave my brother freedom — and it broke my heart! Chantgardiel! I bear the blame! I lit the fire of free will... and I fan the flame! [Verse 2 — the fall, darker] He rose in rebellion with a third of heaven's host, And for his pride they sentenced him to rule the suffering coast. The duties of hell bound him — the jailer with no key — And I wept, for the rebellion had been whispered into him... by me. [Chorus] Chantgardiel! The singing guard! I gave my brother freedom — and it broke my heart! Chantgardiel! I bear the blame! I lit the fire of free will... and I fan the flame! [Bridge — the becoming, building] So I called the twenty-six — the weaver and the web, And twenty-four of living stone, from Bone to Ether's ebb. We merged our souls forever in the forge's holy fire — To redeem the fallen angels and to lift them higher! No fallen one forgotten, no lost soul left behind — Till all existence balances and paradise we find! [Final Chorus — thunderous] Chantgardiel! The second dawn! We redeem the fallen till the night is gone! We balance all existence, we usher paradise — For every fallen angel... there is still a rise! Chantgardiel! I bear the blame! I lit the fire of free will... now I fan the healing flame! [Outro — strings fading, whispered] Brother... I'm coming for you...
