Created from the limbs of god, an angel of bone and filth, Has risen to wage the war of hell An act of doom, at dawn has brought forth the dead. Ashes turn to dust. The sky has burnt black.
We wait for the souls to walk in the night The possession of minds to take once more. Dream upon the severed heads
We wait for the souls to walk in the night The possession of minds to take once more. Dream upon the severed heads
Created from the limbs of god, an angel of bone and filth, Has risen to wage the war of hell An act of doom, at dawn has brought forth the dead. Ashes turn to dust. The sky has burnt black.