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The sky is black

And the beast is rising

The walking dead

Creeping from their graves

Blackest night brings revelation

Howling winds drive crimson rain

The smell of death and desolation

Emanating from beyond the dark

On wings of steel

Come the deadly riders

Cloaked in black, ready to strike

You dance on the edge of a razor

The execution stands

Rivers red from the fallen angels

Blood is pouring

From the nails in their heads

The burning cross lies upon the altar

Blackened priest read final rites

Awash in blood they stand before you

Slaughtering their sacrifice

You fall off the edge of the razor

The end of days has come

No use hiding in the fallout shelter

Hail the rising of the chosen one

I would rather rule in hell

Than ever serve in heaven

The angels stand in flames

As the master calls your name

The hand of doom awaits

The final hour approaches

They're coming for us all

To burn forever

Burn in heaven, burn!

The angles are on fire

Burn in heaven, burn!

The angels are ablaze

Burn in heaven, burn!

The angels are on fire

Burn in heaven, burn!

The angels are in flames!

Burn in heaven, burn!

The angles are on fire

Burn in heaven, burn!

The angels are ablaze

Burn in heaven, burn!

The angels are on fire

Burn in heaven, burn!

The angels are in flames!