Autographs of Angels

Does anyone on earth ever get the privilege to see the downy feathers of an angel, floating free By the parting of the curtains all God's warriors guarantee no accolades are given, when they come to referee Signatures of old from a testament and promise always present to protect they seal it with a kiss A miracle adrift on scented wings hidden in the mist all power and all mighty, shard and light a blitzed Autographs Of Angels painted on Cathedral walls where the hollow of their Sacred, rests where no one calls.