Bethledeign

Vengeance is Thiers

Bethledeign


Cast from heaven, the deity cry 
Sent to die form heavens sky 
The unholy angels unfurl their wings 
To make way for the war up high 

The dark angels relentless plan 
Won't stop till they conquer the saviors land 
The unly horde they unsheath their swords 
Brining hate and anger as the battle unfolds 

Hate in their eyes, look to the sky 
Prepare to die 
Vengence is theirs, no blood to be spared 
Seiging the gate 

White feathers, falling like snow 
Drifting down, the crimson flows 
Divine angels, slaughtered like lambs 
For the darkess has shaded his sacred land 

Winged Corpses lay on the ground 
Heaven is hell with chaos abound 
Satan's army stands alone 
Lucifer points and they charge the throne 
The soil of heaven is cold and plain 
God fear crys out in pain 
Storms of chaos are left in their wake 
Heavens throne is left to take 

Vengence is theirs, no blood to be spared 
Sieging the gate 

Heaven own lie dead in stacks 
With the smell of brimstone, it all goes black 
They charge the Throne, the final attack