In the shadow of the wing, where the light begins to fade
A whisper in the darkness, a choice that must be made
Protection from the wicked, from the snares and from the lies
We’re walking through the valley, where the ancient spirit cries...
Striking shadows, hold the line
In the darkness, we will shine
Cast the serpent to the deep
Vigilance is ours to keep!
They prowl about the world, they’re hunting for the soul
But the Prince of Heavenly Hosts is taking back control
No ruin shall befall us, no evil take its stand
When the sword of the Archangel is striking through the land!
Striking shadows, hold the line
In the darkness, we will shine
Cast the serpent to the deep
Vigilance is ours to keep!
Sancte Michael Archangele
Defende nos
Sancte Michael Archangele
Defende nos
Striking shadows, hold the line...
In the darkness, we will shine...
Down to the abyss...
Down