Guardian کے بول

Nevermore shall the choir of angels sing the song of despair with fear on their voice Or the darkest creatures shed the blood of divine Dark princess of mine.. spread your wings and fly Flying high Reaching on the sky.. Flying high Reaching on the sky so divine My princess Never again shall the fire of angels light of stars go out and darken the sky Not the scythe of the reaper reach the heart of divine Dark princess of mine.. spread your wings and fly Flying high Reaching on the sky.. Flying high Reaching on the sky so divine My princess Flying high Reaching on the sky.. Flying high Reaching on the sky so divine My princess