Shintina's Call of the Agents

Dark blots out the rays of the sun. The light is lost and the vile have won, The gods and all divine now flee, To The Agents alone, lift up your plea. When the heavens fall to dust. Prayers fall down, returned as rust. The Accursed exile will be broken. The Guardians shall be awoken. Dark blots out the rays of the sun. The light is lost and the vile have won, The gods and all divine now flee, To The Agents alone, lift up your plea. The Val’en, those of immortal flame, stand the line and call out their name. I, The Sentinel, the bridge for us all, Standing true, will herald The Call. Dark blots out the rays of the sun. The light is lost and the vile have won, The gods and all divine now flee, To The Agents alone, lift up your plea. They hold the agency, the might of Creation. Given power over damnation or salvation. They are the apex. None are equal none are pars. They command the power of the stars. Dark blots out the rays of the sun. The light is lost and the vile have won, The gods and all divine now flee, To The Agents alone, lift up your plea. Spears will shake, swords will shatter, shields will break.. The place of the gods, the Accursed will take. A new hell for living and dead they make. But the Oath to the Flame Eternal, The Agents do not forsake Dark blots out the rays of the sun. The light is lost and the vile have won, The gods and all divine now flee, To The Agents alone, lift up your plea.