Prepare for Battle
I fought for the master
Darkness still lifting-reveal the messiah
woe to the nations
defaulted to blindness gave into desire
worship the risen
thousands of pardons awaiting the wicked
who says the soul ends?
two wormholes of death hold only one key
Crumbling...promissed to you!
Falling short of glory does not restrict all the fallen to rise past damnation.
As the right-shears the darkness
there I'll be nocturnal plane
prescious blood-devoured my sadist lip
crucifix-rememberance makes me rich.
IT"S ON!!!!!
Immersed at birth in sin-so noticebly my struggle cut way deep within
my warning to you-you fight the lion alone
your inward screams ducktaped-who hears you?
Belial-still holds a scepter of death
your stone face-the silence he loves you
darkened realm-the black-through torture
the bloodied goat-his chalice drains you!
Father!!!-they know not what they've done
Forgive us- unclean--we neal beneath your throne
Lazarus come forth--example of your power
my sword, a sheild, the breastplate, a hammer
It's on - prepare for battle!!!!
Death!!!
To Abaadon!!!
Die!!!
Belial!!!
Dear lord I am but a man; alone in such a barren place-for so long I have been fortified by the immorality of what this world has to offer-give me the strength, peace of mind and wisdom-with such a sword...who can come against me?
Receive the blood-the precious blood
from (the) righteous one
Jesus Christ!
partake in war against-pestilent whores
take out-demonic force
we-will-win!!!
Satan...you know you can't last forever
