In the dying light
Of the blackest day
Macabre apparitions
Carve the way
Unveiling Deconstruction
Birth of a new day
Supreme silence
Shall cleanse our ways
Only one way to acheive
For them divine salvation
Purge their bodies and
Their minds of all infection
Angel
Cut off thy wings
Renounce your faith
You have to clean and mutilate
Spiritual matter breaking in the sounds of inhuman pain
One by one
Wings fall
Till none remain
Tremendous pain
Injects and morphs
Once angel
Now no more, but a
Living blasphemy
Rise, Angel, Demon, Sword
Imposing devastator of our world
