Their minds ease to peaceful tranquility,
as the angels sharpen their skilled swords
and strengthen their callous armour,
for the moonlight battle, wicked and epic,
will surely bring bloodshed and deliverance.

In the midst of the open enchanted forest
the angels wait, beauteous and divine,
blessed by Aphrodite herself,
with the raging strength of Hercules
and the stoned heart of Ares.

Evil will be defeated, as always,
with the swift grace of their blades.
Fairies will war-dance and cry sweet tears
when the moon spills crimson
and the battle angels put down their arms.