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Pt.13. - Angelheart (purity & innocence)

Many white feathers in its wings make a quick-flashing glow,
so blistering, magnificently shining, that the everlasting light flows everywhere you go,
a holy statue standing, then flying in search for people needing a wonder,
a hand always for the desperate to reach, to give the crucial advice,
a face relieving the mind of pain and torment, easing the spirit’s fleshly life,
a divine being, servant and herald of the Highest One, after rain tears the clouds asunder,
pure as a woman in blossom of youth, in its wake primroses grow, image pretty, nice,
now when war is in the doorway, has to grab the heavenly sword and a diamond knife,
and let the heretics taste the sharpened blade, innocence’s killing, such a paradox,
the Angelheart is heading towards the battlefield to defeat the followers of Evil Nox.

Pt.14. - Starheart (infinity & universe)

Various pictures appear on the nocturnal sky every day, fascination fills the air,
romantic atmosphere for lovers, imagination and inspiration, a poetic pair,
those white dots in endless black fields of the heavens when the sun stops to flare,
all around, mysteries still unfound, mythology to reveal, doom is written on the firmament,
maybe fortune, ascension to above, or hell, searing flames and freezing lands,
from countless galaxies a misty king arises, armed with a golden bow, of the Evil on Earth aware,
a quiver of arrows magic arrows, imbued with plasma from Corona, against enemy armies it’s a strong argument,
on a solar chariot driven by blazing horses he races, till over corpseheap of fiends stands,
power of whole universe has put him together, huge angelwings announce the dawn,
might of sun protuberances, nuclear energy runs through the veins of the Starheart, the Light’s not down.

Pt.15. - Roseheart (love & affection)

The darkness departs when you see the right one, a beloved woman, oh, aye,
an angel with white wings walking the Earth, close, but distant, too far away,
worth even the biggest sacrifice, so much beauty, elegance, grace of body and mind,
bed of roses, red carpet, all the earthly honours she deserves, ode for her glory,
twilight black hair, brown eyes, angelface, I’m losing my head, for it, there’s no solution,
affection reigns the main percussionist, addiction to the scent of princess makes me blind,
just a single glance at this innocent flower, conscience is gone, along with the worry,
the Amor’s arrow shoots me into the seventh heaven, rushes to unknown paradise dimensions,
she’s an embodied impeccability, a belle of gold, maybe turned real from the secret dreams,
warmth pulses from her sight, the love of the Roseheart, my precious Ice Queen.

Pt.16. - Ancientheart (true veterans and patriots & fearless)

Millions of years have passed till they reached this moment, the beginning of war,
restless, ruining kingdoms, defiling the sanctity, life values, a fallen wicked star,
all-present fighting, fierce murders, kinslaying, burning flames destroying houses, changing into ashes,
the innocent suffer, while the tainted survive, such injustice, the judges weep,
children and women die, men are dismembered by merciless forces of a Cult of Death,
someone should rescue them, after a call they come to challenge the dark worship of Banshee,
veterans of all universe’s eons, fully equipped, keen weapons to be used, capable of cutting quite deeply,
marching hard, chanting, encouraging warriors, rising their zeal and wrath,
patriots immemorial, devoted to Mother Gaia, will bring her from the slaughter,
united in one will defeat the mighty Pentagram, the Ancientheart shall have the last laughter.

Pt.17. - Poetheart (poetic ideas)

The mind is flying high and low, into all corners of nature and divine space,
but cries in sadness, in time left for the mortal shell, it won’t unearth everything on the trace,
a magic pen writes lines with speed of light and continuously, without any longer break,
a tsunami of thoughts and ideas smashes what’s in its way, a massacre cry,
pied rhymes spout with colourful images, seems like an angelflight, resistant against the thunderclouds,
in a while, so suddenly, unexpected, hears and sees, he’s a bit terrified, oh, for God’s sake,
for a minute trembles, but soon realizes the might still unleashed from the eyes,
two-three strophes, and breastplate, helm and shield protect him, a song hammerloud,
completes a new, fresh poem, poetic and keen enough to deliver a scimitar in the grasp,
the angelic Poetheart deals grave damage to every foe, stings more aggressively than a wasp.