| Presence, the time has come
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| Blinded by the lies so far away from home
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| Blinded, in a daze
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| Finding his way back home out from the smoke
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| With an angels heart he grow
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| With the spirit of a soldier and we know
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| He got wings, wings of steel
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| The new born, the chosen one, Concealed from the living
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| Hid from the gods, a presence of a child
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| An angel with wing of steel, shining in the dark
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| Ready to strike, a soldier in arms
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| With an angel’s heart he comes
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| With the last appeal
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| The spirit of this soldier grows
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| Strong with wings of steel
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| A master in the sky, an angel, a soldier’s son
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| He comes with pride and glory, preparing heaven for war
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| Crawling in the dark, searching for the truth
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| Opening the doors of fear, towards the unknown
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| With an angels heart he grow
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| With the spirit of a soldier and we know
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| He got wings, wings of steel
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| The battle will start as we hear
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| Cries in the darkness of fear
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| Demons yell every were
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| Don’t disparage the strength of a prayer
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| The glory of truth in its glare
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| As the sign will appear
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| With an angels heart he grow
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| With the spirit of a soldier and we know
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| He got wings, wings of steel |