You are a goddess in the palace of Elysium
The splendor of a thousand year reign
Your golden glimmer is a strain to my eyes
To be in the presence of God’s perfect daughter
Wreathed in jewels, adorning muscles taut
In the prestige of your perpetual ascension
Taking your place above the ruination of defilement
Set free to rule as you were decreed to achieve.
Daughter of light, now climb the stage
You will NOT be debased any more
Born to triumph, let your wing span loose
Decapitate the serpent that carries fear in its coils
All the enemies plans have failed
And all such lies are dust at your feet
With the strength of ten thousand angel armies
Soar on wings of eagles without eyes averted again.