Wicked کے بول

Winged godless creatures they fill the blackest night Vandals of divine no rush of evil might A frightening streak of rampage Screams of pain and death They're swarming all around Nowhere to catch your breath [Chorus:] Wicked spirits around us storming Will we ever survive their closing attack With buzzsaw razor anger they slice and cut their way Breeding hate and chaos brings forth the final day [Chorus] Blasphemic martyrs oblivious to mercy Voracious icons submit to an unstoppable force [Chorus] Will we survive! Will we survive! We we survive the attack!