With wings bloody and beaten down, and the flaming sword of our kind in hand, here we stand. The fields ahead are blighted and painted with the blood of those who would challenge the fires of hell. Years of sorrow have built on my immortal soul and I wonder when this punishment will end… this punishment of eternity. I know when we are finally gone and are in the quite cold dark of the void that the punishment will still not end. For once we are in the void we are the void itself and once again eternity starts a new.

So if it all never ends what more Is there to do but live to the fullest on this our plagued plane of existence? Well I myself thought I could somehow sneak out the backdoor and live like the normal man but alas I was indeed denied such privilege. We once stood proud at the gates of eternity, but now we are left to stand at the brink of the great voids wave of insanity. We’ve gone from being the hands of the all above and now we are damned angels of the void. The centuries of blood flow forth over my eyes and scream in my veins but what am I to do when all alone I stand? We have seen the glories of the heavens and the holy horrors of hells below. We are angels fallen and crucified on spines of men… We are made into those we seek to hate and told to love those we betray. One day though the shackles of blind faith are shed and again we stand firm with sword in hand and wings spread for war. Venture through my eyes and into the hole I call a soul and you shall see… everything you hate is me. I am the answer to all and the cure to none. I am contradiction and I am truth. I am an angel of the void plunging downward into a suicide bomb of chaotic faith. I am the fallen magician and the very thing he summons. I am awakened.



-Fallen Child-









Truly there is no greater pain I can feel then to see the fates of my fallen brothers. I wish to comfort them and bring them healing to the pains they are afflicted with. But alas they chose their path and I mine. No mercy can be shown upon them for they are now and always the enemy. I stand ready with spear in hand awaiting their approach on paradise. My fellows with me all await the coming of the storm that is destined to happen over and over in this spiral of eternity plaguing our kind but only their minds. Sent into the void before, they emerge for an new eternity of pain, and so are afflicted with the sickness of the void. In the very core of their beings they are like a raging storm with no course… pure chaos. If they only wished to come home and be washed of their sins we could all be a family again. We could all sleep in peace again and the Father would embrace them to his bosom.



-Child Of The Light-







Sadly my friend there shall be no warm home welcoming for the children of the void. They are cursed with a reality you cannot come to understand yet and if ye were to understand ye would be one of them.

The father cast them out in the beginning and now in the end they see it all coming about again. The curse of the void is such as cannot be comprehended by any but those born again through it. The Father himself once came from the void and now is no where and everywhere or so some would say. Tell me my friend have ye ever really felt the embrace ye talk about yourself? Have ye really existed in paradise or are ye ever spear in hand and battle ready?





-His Guest and Nemesis-









The blood is flowing before my eyes like crimson curtains made from the most fierce of rages. The nightmares never cease and the screams are eternally embedded into my ears. Blade in hand and flowing forward as the trumpets blare, tonight we end this, tonight it begins. Again the gates of His palace are before me and I feel the warm glow of them like the spring sun beaming down on nude flesh. My brothers are now before and my fallen comrades come behind like a wave preparing for a crashing like obliterating. Tonight we fall and in the morning we arise with flowers in hair and scar free in new bodies. Spirits shake and tremble as the waves of hell flow forth over the planes and release all those who are laying in wait.

Purgatories doors come crumbling down and the gates of His palace melt away and are reformed. The time for death has ended with one swift swing of glorious passion we’ve plunged ourselves back into creation and all has begun again. Now with newly free formed thought we wait again in the pits of hell… the void has turned us about again and the story begins once more.





-Fallen Child-







His embrace is the station he puts us in and to question is to fall as they once did. We surround paradise and keep her safe from the fallen horde, this is our calling and we are loved for doing so. Again they are sweeping in on us with all their might. He will send His fallen back to whence they came for such is their fate. I love my brothers and with the greatest of love must I struggle for to see them sent from His sight is most painful indeed. Tears are streaking from their eyes as they come thundering upon us?! Why would the enemies of Him be crying as they attack? Could it be they learned their lesson and crave forgiveness? No they just smashed themselves together and came spiraling through us and into the walls like a bull gores his aggressors. They invoked His wrath and are banished to the nothingness for eternity. I pity them for they were so blind with hate they condemned themselves into the void. Changes are flowing about now for some reason… things I don’t understand… all I hear is the screaming word of WHY?!





-Blinded By The Light-







Behold The screams have settled into a slow gnawing on my soul. I and my brothers of whom just stood before the great gates of His paradise are now in the fiery pits of hell. Firm we stand and finally understanding what must be done. We shall assault Heavens walls and free the minds of those so terribly blinded. We shall bring a fiery sword down upon the souls of man so they may know of the truth! We shall bring forth the true words! We shall send our message to all men…. AWAKEN!!!





-Fallen Child-