MICHAEL OF WAR

Moving clouds with a pair of feathers Serving the end times With all I have is all I need To defend the best, with the best, for the best I am the longsword That becomes great With countless shires Under my fate Offensive brutalism Ground the thunder and light Free as all things should be More, more, more, the merrier Marry the illusion in my eyes Rage with chaos 'til they rise To be made as I was born Understood by your instincts Mindless and heavy at my feet I will not succumb to defeat Look at yourself in my armour And answer beyond your Father Where I lead, you will fall A hundred more, and a hundred less I'll see you at the gates Until the hour of our date