Ballad of the Angels (Death Knight II)

[Whispered Intro – Echoing softly] We sang once, beneath golden skies… But now we bleed, where Heaven dies… The fire we feared—we fed with pride… And now we fall, with nowhere to hide… ⸻ [Verse 1] We watched him rise from ash and hate, A knight reborn at Heaven’s gate. His armor forged in screams and pain, His sword baptized in angel veins. He came with flame behind his breath, And cursed our light with holy death. We called him lost, a blight, a stain— Yet he was ours… and we remain. ⸻ [Chorus] Oh mercy lost, and glory torn, The skies now weep where light was born. Our halos cracked, our harps unstrung— The end begins with dragon’s tongue. ⸻ [Verse 2] We stood in ranks with wings outspread, A million strong, a river red. We sang our hymns, we raised our shields, But none withstood his wrathful fields. His dragon’s scream devoured the stars, Left Heaven split with blackened scars. Each flame he cast, each scream we heard— A requiem for every word. ⸻ [Chorus] Oh mercy lost, and glory torn, The skies now weep where light was born. His black wings cast a deathly shade, Upon the throne our Father made. ⸻ [Verse 3] We watched our temples turn to dust, Our banners burn, our vows combust. He soared above with hate and flame, And carved our sins in Heaven’s name. The gates fell last beneath his cry, A sound so deep, the stars went dry. We dared to play the hand of fate— And raised the knight who learned to hate. ⸻ [Chorus] Oh mercy lost, and glory torn, The skies now weep where light was born. No trumpets now, no seraph’s wing— Just silence where our psalms did ring. ⸻ [Verse 4 – Confessional, full of sorrow] Forgive us, Father, we who lied— We cast him out, then watched him die. We judged his pain, ignored his plea, And sowed the seeds of blasphemy. We built the fire beneath his soul, Then damned him when he lost control. Now all we were is what remains— A kingdom drowned in ash and chains. ⸻ [Final Chorus – Slower, mournful, fading] Oh mercy lost, and stars grown dim, The light we bore now dies with him. No crown, no light, no angels sing— Just cinders on his blackened wing. ⸻ [Outro – Whispered, fading into silence] He was our curse… and we his crown, We built him up, then struck him down. Now ash and echoes fill the air… And Heaven ends in our despair.