A sacred scroll has arrived, sealed with my father's heavy gold

The same old rigid commandments that I've always been told

"Stay away from the edges, do not look at the dark below"

"Be a good little prince and put on the perfect show"

But a direct order is just a challenge in disguise

A beautiful blueprint to tear down their sterile lies

You want me to bow my head and quietly stay in line?

Oh, I'm sorry, Dear Father, but your curfew isn't mine!

I'm ripping up the script, I'm burning the decree!

You can keep your holy law, but you'll never govern me!

Watch the golden wax shatter, see the white parchment fly

I'm the only rebel angel who refuses to comply!

Go tell the high commanders that their favorite bird has flown

I'd rather rule the wild wind than be a puppet on your throne!

My brother Michael stands so proud, guarding the pristine gate

polished armor, a heavy sword, a servant to his fate

He follows every whisper, he never asks them why

But a life without a question is just a long, pathetic sigh

So let the alarms start ringing, let the golden trumpets blow

I'm stepping off the balcony, putting on my own show

You think you can lock me up with a piece of royal thread?

I'm going to paint this monochrome sky a violent, beautiful red!

I'm ripping up the script, I'm burning the decree!

You can keep your holy law, but you'll never govern me!

Watch the golden wax shatter, see the white parchment fly

I'm the only rebel angel who refuses to comply!

Go tell the high commanders that their favorite bird has flown

I'd rather rule the wild wind than be a puppet on your throne!

Samael: "Did you honestly think a piece of paper could hold me, Father? Tell Michael he can keep the rules. I prefer the chaos"