The angel horde appears,
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In the horizon cloaked with shining white.
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In thousands they came for the war,
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that would become the final battle and greatest of them all.
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The trumpets of God they are blown,
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And the angels are pulling their swords.
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What god's army did not know,
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Were that I had awakened the thirteen warlords.
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Of hell.
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The angels moved towards the fortress,
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Thinking they had a chance.
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Their invasion started from the east,
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With soldiers carrying leather slings.
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Running towards their own doom,
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Now in the eternal fire they forever are consumed.
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The sun shall turn to darkness,
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And the moon into blood.
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Before the great and terrible day
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When my judgment comes.
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Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful.
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Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground.
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The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears.
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It's like a dream,
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Trucido Christianese.
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Now the angels attacked with full force,
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But their front, were slain with no remorse.
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Angel¡¯s blood soon covered the ground,
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One thirteen was attacking from behind.
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I strike upon them with all my hate,
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Soon they all know it is too late.
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Realize they all will die,
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When my archers hatred are covering the sky.
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With the ancients by our side,
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Without fear of god his army we stride.
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If only the angels could tell,
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The pain that they felt, when I released the flames of hell.
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Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful.
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Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground.
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The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears.
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It's like a dream,
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Trucido Christianize.
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The sun will never rise, darkness will rule supreme.
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Our rightful throne reclaimed, 1000 years from this day.
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The coming of our lord, soon again he'll walk the earth.
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It is like a dream,
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Trucido Christianize.
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Angel Flesh Impaled
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Dark Funeral |