Adiuva Nos Apostle

Adiuva Nos Apostle by Jita FM "Domine… Lux Caelestis… Adiuva Nos…" "Sanctus. Sanctus. Sanctus..." Golden wings in the endless black, Clerics wail in the spinal rack. Chains of starlight wrapped in flame, The Apostle descends in doctrine’s name. Ooh yeah! It's a cathedral in the void, Casting judgment, never employed. Armor sings with a burning choir, Holy volts, lit in solar fire. "Laudate Dominum… in Infernis…" "Corpus Imperatoris… et Flamma…" From sacred halls of golden stars, The Empress cries, “This war is ours!” With nano-beams it breathes in grace, A healer-angel, cloaked in faith.…