Heaven's Great Mistake

No longer shall angels stroke their harps with gentle hands

for the plague of Christian kind shall soon be banished from our lands

the heathen's shall unite, and the Christians soon shall fall

for they shall see the power of lord Satan straight and tall

once we were just exiles, banished from heaven's gates

but now we're coming back and we are fulfilling all our fates

For heaven's walls are falling down, the angels cry with pain

as our spears impale their winged bodies and they're puny god is slain

For haven's walls will soon crash down and we will see them break

for we have been the cause of this, heaven's great mistake

our armies amassed we begin the march to heaven's realm

fully armed and fully aware with armour from our feet to helm

through bog and bay, fjord and fall we marched it all the way

until we came upon that realm, in the light of day

and so we waited impatiently for the darkness to fall

and then we gave out wretched cries and charged to kill them all

For heaven's walls are falling down, the angels cry with pain

as our spears impale their winged bodies and they're puny god is slain

For haven's walls will soon crash down and we will see them break

for we have been the cause of this, heaven's great mistake

And with fiendish malevolence we stormed their battlements

cutting down spirit and seraphim alike

Without mercy, we set their temples aflame and cut down those

who fled. None were spared.

All around us rubble lies, the remains of heaven and its filthy lies

burning bodies, decaying flesh, and omipresent dying cries

running down our blades like tears the angels blood doth flow

anger filled but blood lust gone, our eyes with evil glow

exiled once, but now we are back, to claim our rightful space

to sit upon our thrones of bone in gods once beautiful place.