The Angel of Death rides upon us,
mounted on his black stallion,
reaping the souls of the earth,
collecting them in his medallion.
The firey sword slashes through the night,
crackling like thunder,
awesome and full of might,
the weak scream and flee in fright,
but I shall not bow,
i will stand and fight.
My family will not cower in fear,
we are the alpha, the last breed,
it's the end of days,
CAN'T YOU HEAR?!?!
The fall of babylon,
everything i once loved is now gone,
vengeance is my meaning,
i shall punish this evil,
and leave it screaming.
What if i'm right,
i must be,
for you have told me every night,
revenge, redemption, cleansing....
Thats my plight.
