Battle Angels کے بول

An army of vengeance invading from the sky Hot wings of iron pierce into the night Slaughtering the lost souls, the fruit of evil's womb Their heathen ways have sealed their door Echoing across the distant skies The shout is heard battle angels cry You'll all fall on your knees, and hail to our dawn Crawl on your knees, the slaughter is on The battle is raging, attack formation set Hot blood flows through the streets, their pact is kept To rape and kill the martyr, who dwells within this shrine They did not heed the warning signs Descending from the clouds they hunt you still Battle angels kill your forces of will You'll all fall on your knees, and hail to the our dawn Crawl on your knees, the slaughter is on Fall on your knees and hail to the our dawn Crawl on your knees, the slaughter is on Slaughter