The First Rebellion - Thulcandra

Winged with red lightning

All born from rage

Clad in midnight black

The invincibles stand

To win the throne of god

The shout of battle

In the clash of arms

The legions led in fight

Where wounds of deadly hate

Have pierced so deep

A fear of things to come

All flesh is burnt

And pain first felt

In this worthless stride

For the apostate’s demise

A glimpse, a moment now

A clarity in sight

The architect of a kneeling death

Visible through this horrid maze

All is lost and all is won

Gathered under banners raised

By thousands ranged for fight

The rebellious cast of shattered saints

Out to march for revenge well earned

Though this may be born in defeat

The demiurg now stands unmasked

In the crown of creation webbed

The sealed fate

Of torment not to last