Woe to the dark knights, Having turned from life's light, For they shall feel, The crushing hand, Of heaven's wrath. Woe to the demons, Spilling blood upon the earth, For they shall feel, The burning sword, Of heaven's wrath. Woe to the gathering clouds, Casting shadows upon the land, For they shall feel, The searing flames, Of heaven's wrath. Blessed be the crying child, Shedding tears from innocent eyes, For she shall feel, The gentle carress, Of heaven's love.