O, wingéd creature, golden hair'd—
of sapphire eye an' pallor fair—
Craven Angel! wake an' rise—
to meet His gaze—God of the Wise!
He, who in His brilliance,
was cast out, for defiance—
Awake! Awake! Thy splendor's matched!
For from the Heavens, ye've been snatched--
Thy brother, long ago betrayed—
by thy shield and by thy blade!
Thou art bound, fiend, hand an' foot—
In rigid chains, hell-fire wrought—
Open thy eyes, an' lift thy head!
Thy Father, Son an' Spirit, dead!
Heaven hath been laid to waste!
Wretch, by blackest villain grace'd!
Thou didst reap what thou didst sow!
Thou once-beloved, once-aglow—
Look now, upon horn an' hoof!
Upon demon, ghost an' ouphe!
Thy conqueror, sword in hand,
hath brought thee to the promise'd land—
an' in the deepest pits of Hell,
Lucifer slayed Michael.