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