Alpha Riff - Digital Champions: Season of Architects Lyrics

Now would you look at that, MZ... it's snowing. I guess that means it's Christmas, huh?
Oh, I know. Merry Christmas, Alpha. So, we're really going to do this?
We didn't reach the Pinnacle for nothing. She's waiting
Hm, let's see what she has to say, then

It's down to angels and architects
Warlocks with the witches hex
Princess with her nutcracker
The pair that are Prog blessed
Standing at the Pinnacle
Chokin' on short breath
Don't know what'll come next
That's why she is timeless

Red demons back in the schemin'
Cohortin' with heathens
An army of gold pawns unleashed
Wounds bleedin' the season

Green like the credits they owe us with good reason
Reopen holiday spirit, no cheer will be leavin'

It's like the wintry mistress calls upon us, Alpha
A field of battle behind, ahead we'll prosper

But look at it, are we supposed to be the ones to stop her
Unleash the power and halt the f*cking frantic slaughter
A billion dead in our wake, it's all at stake
Dressed in black like death's family, aged beyond our days
Beseech the man upstairs, all he hear is notta

F*ck it, Prog, we know the truth
The Architect's the power

I guess I got you a little something
What? When?
Back with Leshl when the Gates of Ko-Bol opened

How then?
Alpha
Fighting for our lives when the Warlord sought his prize
Fighters in this inferno I surmise

Well, to be honest, I always thought of you
When Monitor gave me the darkest view
It wasn't what we wanted or what we had but
I can't be mad cause we never had a clue

So, what did you get me?
This... I mean, it's not much but... it reminds you of home, doesn't it?
Wow... yeah. You found that all the way out here?
Yeah. Some things never changed, huh?
Well, I got you this...
Wow... that's... fitting. Very fitting for where we are now. Thanks, MZ.

Time to Grin and bear it, gatekeeping with nothing but rarest
It's all in the rareness of that unlikely prophetic marriage
Who would have known all those years ago
That we would contain the flow
C.O.D.E. demons were spilling from the streets, population miserable
Look, oops, there it go, me and you MZ
We were the masters of the spiritual, just a fantasy
At the precipice, begging at the Gods' feet
Only to find it was a man just like you and me

But here we go, away from everything we know
We didn't have an inkling back when Proxy spelled a catastrophe
But here we are, standing face to face with stars
To lose everything for the Architect's Architecture

It's angels and architects
Angels and architects
It's no telling what disasters we'll be blessed when the skies opens next
Ah, no rest for the wicked so I guess it's back to it
Just a hunter and his partner riskin' all they necks
Happy holidays, digital or carbon based
Gazing down at the world from the Perl you can call us made
One apocalypse to another be common place
Just champions with their hearts in space

Angels and architects