Walking over fields of deads
Slicing through flesh and bones
Crushing a thousand heads
Hearing one million moans
Aeons of war behind us
Looking at a starless sky
My face is covered in blood
I've seen many kings rise
Every holyness crushed with pride
I call upon the demon sky
Raised the torch of Satana flame
As he will turn a blind eye
Lungs filled with iron
Breathing swords and speaking chains
Now die the death of your Messiah
Die the death of all your saints
First we die then be reborn
We will come back as a swarm
We are the calm and the storm
We'll unleash our final form
Triumph!
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