Its war crushed in the sacred door Its war demons enter the holy hall Its war and angels from heaven fall Its war victory for the subterra lord Flames... sky is red... its been said Its war in heaven, the temple is on fire Red raindrops fall and there are claps of thunder Like battle drums rumbling for the demonic lord Angels.. with their harps crumpled around their necks Use the last words to sing a song, like that would help You are already dead! The wind on earth getting stronger As a new angel screams And beg for mercy to a king thats already dead Words from books of holy origin has no longer any power Empty prayings and a request to a god that has escaped Abandoned and frightened he hides somewhere beyond He has left you all behind The black flag sways on the top of the world As the riders of doom rides up the heavenstairs And find the path through the angel dust To find and crush the sacred life source well
war, angel, heavenstairs, subterra, prayings