The Hymn of Saint Azrael

I sing a song of the Sculptor’s saint,
Who was most brave and true,
Who hunted down the devil’s queen,
For the Sculptor he loved and knew.

He was a saint, he was a man,
He was a father, was a fan,
Of all the Sculptor’s glory,
The Sculptor he loved and knew.

Through mountaintops and forests,
Through lakes and rivers blue,
His whole life this saint he hunted,
For the Sculptor he loved and knew.

There was no man with greater,
A number of demons he had slew,
His whole life this saint he hunted,
for the Sculptor he loved and knew.

The Hymn of Saint Azrael

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