The towers of pain In crimson light drowning Imprison us The wells of pain by purple light blessed Imprison us
We grab the nails of domination And our fist becomes the FLAME of Babylon
With the blood of our enemies Leaving a sour taste in our mouth We the Archangels of Fire unite the worlds of weakness under our flag of DISINTEGRATION
For we are the wings of The immense beast called SUPREMACY
Our voices raise as one Our hearts beat as one Our eyes see as one.
The future is ours: Babylon is falling.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.