A blackened sky And the rising tide Meet in the desert Of the Fallen Ones
The hunt begins For the banished king Led by disciples Of the chosen Son
The fall from grace Into this lonely place Has made him bitter And elusive
An angel scorned He is reborn And his reign Will be divisive
A holy war will unfold A prophetic end was foretold Still the ride will bring us To the Gates of Hell In the hunt for The fallen angel
The storm grows fiercer As the sleet pierces Through the fog Like poison arrows
We’re on the scent Of the heaven-sent And the howls Are getting nearer
Death on the wing The hellions sing As they pick us apart One by one
The path is littered With the lifeless flesh Of those that came Before us.
A holy war will unfold A prophetic end was foretold Still the ride will bring us To the Gates of Hell In the hunt for The fallen angelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.