Torn from the heavens, I descended from out of the skyBringing assassins, the pilots are ready to dieFresh from the province of the galaxy, burned in the nightThey've turned to a war to seek and destroy what they findThe saints have set up the courseThey are the victims of war, raised from the ashes and scattered through the planet unknownIntelligent lifeforms have started the war already grownSearching through light years of space, searching boundaries unknownTied to the devil, invasion of possible soulsThe saints have set up the courseThey are the victims of warTorn from the heavens, I descended from out of the skyBringing assassins, the pilots are ready to dieFresh from the province of the galaxy, burned in the nightThey've turned to a war to seek and destroy what they findThe saints have set up the courseThey are the victims of warToss on the radar, the scanners detecting lifeformsWe need the sun, a gun to chase this bloodstormInvasion's coming, a vengeance from out of the skyBringing assassins, the pilots are ready to dieDieThe saints have set up the courseThey are the victims of warThe saints have set up the course