The Crusade VII: Nimbus

In the eleventh hour, the Martyrs crack the sky
White rays burn violently through the grim haze
Pouring upon me, the Light now reigns supreme
Bathing me in a grand summoning

Voices of the Martyrs drown the winds as I ascend
My armor withstanding, my honor unyielding
Tearing through the phantoms that haunted my frailty
Godspeed, I was bidden
Godspeed, my soul arisen

The Valkyries around me ascend ahead
Ushering me to the ranks of the gods

My fingers, in heavens reach, touch the terminus
As I phase through the eye of the storm
And into the realm of the Light