Angels Ablaze کے بول

With a glimpse into the crystal ball I see gods hordes of angels fall Surrounded with inverted icons I rip the feathers from wings so white The house of god is standing tall Unaware of its fall Come on soldiers hear my call Bring the torches for the wooden wall Trapped in fire, I burn the holy whore A divine candle, Screaming for more Holy havoc, Rotten to the core I´m infernal, Posessed by gore With a glipse into the crystal ball I see gods whores the angels fall Surrounded with inverted icons I rip the feathers from wings so white Burn at the stake to redeem your crime Chapelsmoke makes the daylight grey You fold your hands and hide You force yourself into a silent pray But if wishes were horses every beggar would ride