She stands guard at heaven's gate,
Her sword held high.
In armour gold and ornate,
Shining wings spread wide.
Unmoved by sorrow or hate,
She serves the throne.
She's never questioned her fate,
But she stands alone.

Ave, Ave, Sephiriel.
Liberae, liberae, Sephiriel.

Fierce angel, she fights for the light,
She serves her Lord.
Immortal gifted with flight,
Yet she yearns for more.
She's fought hard for Justice and Right,
In heaven above.
Yet she'd trade it all for a day and a night,
With her one true love.

And so it came to pass that the children of men bore beautiful sons and daughters,
and the angels, children of heaven, looked down upon them and found them fair.
And they said let us take lovers from the children of men and beget our own children.
And so the watcher angels, beautiful sons and daughters of heaven, fell to the earth.

Ave, Ave, Sephiriel.
Liberae, liberae, Sephiriel.

In heaven naught can compare,
To passion's fire.
But the angels, servants of God,
Are forbidden to desire.
When she saw him she knew she must fall,
Or forever yearn;
For one kiss she'd sacrifice all,
Leaving heaven, ne'er to return.

Ave, Ave, Sephiriel.
Liberae, liberae, Sephiriel.

Oh blessed Father, Is love a sin?
Can you deny us all?
On gold wings spread to the wind,
She lept away to fall.
I've never questioned my fate or my place,
In the grander scheme.
But now that I've fallen from grace,
I am finally free.

Ave, Ave, Sephiriel.
Liberae, liberae, Sephiriel.