The Archangel Raphael showed unto me;
He came from Heaven, and his words be:
Go forth, man of the Divine's choosing;
Tread unto the damned King's dwelling.
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Abandon your worries, have no fear,
Bid your farewell to your lovely dear.
For tonight you venture into the darkness,
Where nameless horrors and tortures you'll witness.
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I, the Archangel, shall grant you my gifts;
To see through the dark, as light through mists.
Take this sword, of steel and Heavenly fire;
It will cut your enemies, no matter how dire.
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To you I grant this Angelic shield,
A silver barrier only you could wield.
It will grant protection from the fires of Hell;
It will guard you from the evils that in shadows dwell.
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I give unto you the Gauntlet of Heaven
