the serpent stands above me dark voices fill my head they all belong to him they tell me instructions as weapons are placed in my hands
my shackles are loosed rage from a thousand years of torture are unleashed i follow my orders well the tormentors now lay slaughtered
i make my way forward a pit of tortued souls is before me my sword slaughters the demon on the stone overlooking it all
a flash and the shackles on those below me are replaced by weapons like my own
a battle of demon and man rage torrents of blood flow those worthy of the task ahead stand victorious a scream of anger and my raised sword rallys them
a ramp to the world of god descends the army of souls marches at the gates of heaven we arrive angels descend, we are told to stop
they are the first to fall the gates are cast aside by the serpent silence prevails, all eyes look to me i raise my sword and issue my battle cry
the tortured, forsaken souls of millions storm into heaven taking their well deserved revenge
the blood of angels flows like a river hell's forces overwhelm them all soon i stand before the throne of the bastard himself
his mocking laughter echoes immortality makes him confident but a weakness of his own design exists i take up the shimmering sword of a fallen angel
weapons of light and dark i force them into the chest of Satan himself
king of evil pierced with blades pain of a thousand souls returned light of darkness fills with fear for he knows there can be no good without evil
blood soaked ashes are all that remains i look up and witness beauty in every sense as destruction consumes the hypocrite
king of evil pierced with blades pain of a thousand souls returned light of darkness fills with fear for he knows there can be no good without evilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
