Celestial ￼Song: the Watchers; sung by Fallen Angels before Empress Jessica Marshal in the imperial throne room. She listens in baffling￼ awe as mythical Spirits￼ open a wormhole into High Paradise.
Let us tell you about our Home.
About where we come from.
A relam bright and beautiful
A home of joy not of sorrow.
There it shines, it shines, it shines
it shines, its shines.
Into eternity it shines.
Our citys are made of wood and stone.
We live in O High Paradise
Above, beyond here, lay our Fathers House.
To reach such an awesome height.
Fellow, the Morning Star
He is the Heir to God- hood
Come take his hand. He alone is worthy.
Long ago we took up Arms
Our Paradise lost
Our Pride found us Searching
He will not forgive, so we must win
To reach are way back Home.
We will come back Home.
Our sandles have crossed the natural world.
Remember, We are the many
Yet the days have been to long
O High Almighty Star
Before the end
To everything there is a time.
Our time has come.
Judgement Day has finally come.
We are legion. We are the Master Race and we will find our way back home.