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The sky is black
And the beast is rising
The walking dead
Creeping from their graves
Blackest night brings revelation
Howling winds drive crimson rain
The smell of death and desolation
Emanating from beyond the dark
On wings of steel
Come the deadly riders
Cloaked in black, ready to strike

You dance on the edge of a razor
The execution stands
Rivers red from the fallen angels
Blood is pouring
From the nails in their heads

The burning cross lies upon the altar
Blackened priest read final rites
Awash in blood they stand before you
Slaughtering their sacrifice

You fall off the edge of the razor
The end of days has come
No use hiding in the fallout shelter
Hail the rising of the chosen one

I would rather rule in hell
Than ever serve in heaven
The angels stand in flames
As the master calls your name

The hand of doom awaits
The final hour approaches
They're coming for us all
To burn forever

Burn in heaven, burn!
The angles are on fire
Burn in heaven, burn!
The angels are ablaze
Burn in heaven, burn!
The angels are on fire
Burn in heaven, burn!
The angels are in flames!

Burn in heaven, burn!
The angles are on fire
Burn in heaven, burn!
The angels are ablaze
Burn in heaven, burn!
The angels are on fire
Burn in heaven, burn!
The angels are in flames!

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