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