There's a certain place located in heaven
Piles of books and scrolls lie all around
A quill and a bottle of ink
Sit atop a thick mahogany desk
There sits a scribe who challenged
The Elders decision to drown the world
Since the Fallen Angels were hidden from sight
They thought this was the best solution
The scribe stood up to them
Proclaiming that humanity could live longer
God agreed with the man and offered up a deal
The souls of the Fallen for humanity
Even though this deal hurt quite a bit
The scribe nodded his head
His angel companion suited him up
There was no turning back now
He searched for three hundred years
It took awhile, but he found them
This is it, their Tower
So long to their perverted evolution
The scribe was rather scared
His sudden immortality had taken its toll
Of course, he kept fighting, even though he hurt
For he was not going to give up on humanity
The scribe was rather scared
His sudden immortality had taken its toll
Of course, he kept fighting, even though he hurt
For he was not going to give up on humanity
The Fallen Angels started to be sealed
All make way for our pinch fighter
Eventually, something in him broke
They still think that they'll be fine
Both sides were interested to see
Ishtar rising up and continuing the fight
And by now, the scribe has been unsealed
There's nowhere for them to run now
He's just a scribe with sad little eyes
A lonely warrior who loves humanity
It's really him, humanity's hero
So long to their perverted evolution
Seal them all up, destroy the Tower, you're doing fine!
So long to their perverted evolution