She stands aghast over the devastation
That spread before her mighty nation
Rest eludes her slight and mortal frame
She wields the sword for days of fame.
The swish of cut, the pointed heat
The pierce of flesh where lovers meet
The final push the deadly lunge
Into the body the sword will plunge.
Death is now vanquished we are released
The Angel stands over the damned beast
The sword is clean, no guilt displays
Freedom reigns in loves glorious days.
The Angel stands forever, with the blade
Double-sided, sharp, never made
An eternal sword, to stop the fall
Hell defeated she conquers all.