On the most blackened wings of death
We're raging on and on
On the wings of Armageddon
Nocturnal mercenaries send
Gonna fight until the end
On the blackened wings of darkness
Swirling clouds of smoke and dust
Spellbound through the maze
Cracking death lies down in circles
Avid mighty black-winged stern command
On the most blackened wings of death...
we ride
The frail bones of the world are shaking
at the dawn of destruction
The sky scorched black by flame and
burning embers
Swallowed whole by the shattering
grimness
Endless funeral grounds as far as the eye
can see
Speaking the tongue of death, riding
along with death and madness
Like locusts, ghostlike locusts riding the
wings of darkness
On the most blackened wings of death...
we ride
The frail bones of the world are shaking
at the dawn of destruction
On the most blackened wings of death
We're raging on and on
On the wings of Armageddon
Nocturnal mercenaries send
Gonna die and die again
Black-winged darkness
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