Battle Angels

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