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the final war to purge and this sacred world - vilified.
one culture interred righteousness, weaved from deception.
down on knees we cry for salvation.
upon death we with blood soaked deceit
destruction creeps but demons speak.
for the makes hearts bleed with sorrow
so angels watch the march
and for a desined tomorrow

preyed upon by the of avarice and ignorance.
from the cradle to the we forfeit.
freedom to the ranks of

demons to a black symphony
as the war comes quick to a
and angels on look down
in disgust to a earth that circles below

when the heavens shed
a sordid dusk rapes their machinery of disease.
this path we tread etched by tears of the damned.
the art of crafted by hands that would kill... that would kill

a wasteland,
a ruin is all that remains as this iron-age dissolves to commodity,
our souls to atrocity,
no of prayer can save us now but...

we will fight down from the heavens into the arms of my mother earth.
to the cradle of civilization - returned to dust,
still we will down from the heavens