The blackened sky and the white and tight
Heat in the desert of the fallen ones
The hunt begins for the banished king
Led by disciples of the chosen son
But far from grace and to this lonely place
It made it bitter and elusive
An angel's gone, he is reborn
And his reign will be divisive

A holy war will ensue

A prophetic end was foretold


Still the rifle bangers to the gates of hell
In the hunt for the fallen angel

The storm was fiercer as a sleet
Pierces through the fog like poison arrows
We're on the scent of the heaven's scent
And the howls are getting nearer
Defy the wing, the hell you sing
As they pick us apart one by one
The path is lifted with the lifeless flesh
Of those that came before

A holy war will ensue

A prophetic end was foretold

Still the rifle bangers to the gates of hell
In the hunt for the fallen angel

A holy war will ensue






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