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The unholy war, when Satan's demons are smeared in blood. |
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Feathers fall from angel wings, from the sky. |
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Father Satan gather your legions, it is time to claim your throne. |
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The arrival of your dominion, so long been gone. |
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So gather now my legions, it is time to fight for our lord. |
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Hail Satan, scream the masses, smeared in angel's blood. |
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Lords of war, the wings of twelve, open all the gates. |
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Fly high into the canopy; bring to me the head of god. |
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Hell lord, unholy father. |
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Your wish is my command. |
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I will cut the liar throat; Christian blood will fall to the ground. |
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Demon legions, fly through the gates. |
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Into the darkened sky. |
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Held up high, the spears of evil. |
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As they run, through angels flesh. |
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They scream out in pain, as they see their kingdom fall. |
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Angel tears fall to the ground, as Satan again will reign. |
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Lords of war, the wings of twelve, open all the gates. |
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Fly high into the canopy; bring to me the head of god. |
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Hell lord, unholy father. |
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Your wish is my command. |
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I will cut the liar throat; Christian blood will fall to the ground. |
