Текст песни Rape Of Creed

Rise, my brethren, behold the blood red sky Gathering our army Our enemies shall cry Havoc to their families No help at hand Desecrated holy ground Their angels cannot land -refr- Feathered wings on fire We'll crush all old belief We'll march onto our victory Their faces full of grief Churches burnt till blackness Laughing at them all Priests, crucifiction... No salvation there at all -refr- -REFREIN:- We shall cleanse the land from prophets and priests We'll give 'blessed' another meaning Death and slaughter among them god-fearing beasts They'll be dead, no longer dreaming